Chris isn’t sure exactly what it is about Fremantle that made him move there from Melbourne after having only been there for a week’s holiday last summer. You fall in love with a place sometimes. Is it the same as falling in love with a girl? Just that something you can’t explain. Like him and Anita. Chris is on the front beach at Fremantle, near the roundhouse, sitting by himself, smoking a joint. It’s winter and the wind is bitterly cold but he’s rugged up. Anita will be here tomorrow. Chris is the advance party. He’s been here a few…