Australian national anthem cures insomnia

Citizens!

Today young Kolya Krastokin had his insomnia cured. 

Sitting in his school assembly the boy had been unable to sleep for a few days. 

Rising to their feet they all prepared to sing the national anthem. 

The limp music started, the straining drawling singing commenced and then Kolya drifted off into space. 

His dreams took him to a packed sporting stadium, the goosebumps building on his skin as they started to roar the La Marseillaise, or the II Canto degli Italiani, or God Defend New Zealand, or the South African National Anthem, or even bloody God Save the King. 

Stirring anthems that turn everyone into a patriot, even if only for a moment, and that make everyone feel included rather than excluded.

‘Kolya wake up!’ shouted a teacher because he had slumped back down asleep in his chair. 

‘I’m sorry sir, won’t happen again,’ he contritely responded, recalling how muzhik grandmother would’ve been shot in her homeland for such unpatriotic behaviour. 

Later that evening, Sammy Du Beaver could’ve sworn for the life of her that she could hear the national anthem being played around the time Kolya went to bed.