HUNT GOES ON FOR BUNG – Wednesday August 14 2013

– The search for answers started with a grisly promise yesterday.
A policeman stood hunched in a creek bed with a sealed plastic bag. Inside the bag appeared to be a bone.
It was a tick after 9am.
Over the next hour, there would be more bags and more bones.
It was 26 months since Siriyakorn “Bung” Siriboon vanished on the five-minute walk to school in Boronia.
Was this the start to mapping the end of her life, here in Old Joes Creek a Retarding Basin, where the whine of chainsaws yesterday conspired with the toll of a nearby school bell?
Apparently not. The bones were animal, explained Detective Inspector John Potter, a few hours later.
As for the excavator, bobcat, cyclone fencing, cadaver dogs, police officers and dozens of searchers behind him?
Do not assume the police were responding to “credible information”, he said.
Indeed, as if to tamp down expectations, Potter opened up new possibilities when he floated the “reward” word.
By dusk yesterday, kids scrambled in the tiny playground across the road.
Joggers and dog walkers discovered the reserve and walking path were locked away for another night.
Bung’s mother, Vanidda, would again go to sleep not knowing.
Some passers-by were curious – after all, a 13-year-old girl vanished one morning within 130 metres of her school, seconds from a road that sends drivers batty for its peak-hour congestion, in a suburb of children’s chatter and bird calls.
There have been no comparable abductions before or since. Bung was here, then she wasn’t. All we now know is that we still don’t know.
No physical evidence so far uncovered points to her remains being in a park 800-odd metres in the opposite direction to that she was walking the day she disappeared. In the weeks after Bung’s disappearance, local parents drove or escorted children to school.
Power poles were pasted with Bung’s smiling face.
She was a “sweet girl” with no secrets. This only heightens the puzzle.
The world smoothes over its wrinkles – yesterday, a toddler rode her scooter, unaccompanied, along the footpath of Harcourt Road, where Bung was last sighted.
He outside blinds of Bung’s home, however, were pulled to full extension, despite the sun’s weak glare from the opposite horizon.
The cars in the driveway hadn’t moved in 24 hours.
The family is said to hope Bung is still alive.
There has been no shortage of offers of help, not only from 900 callers to Crime Stoppers, but local residents telling searchers that dogs are let off the leash in the reserve.
One resident yesterday said there was a big fox population in the area.
The resident offered his own theory about Bung’s fate – doesn’t everyone have one? – but then he trailed off. “I just don’t know,” he said.
The question is – who does? – Patrick Carlyon


About Jumpin' Jack Cash

Deep connections are the most important aspect of my existence. I don’t care if people don’t know what they want. I love books. I’m cynical of love stories, although I’m romantic. I adore gardens. I like women who challenge me. I love the rain as an excuse to stay inside and dream. I'm furiously impatient. If I ask you a question best to tell me the truth as I'm likely to already know the answer. I'm a carnivore. I continuously underestimate the magic of fresh flowers in my home. I love warm rain in the summer. My mood elevates to epic proportions when the sun shines. Tell me not to do something and I'll do it twice and take photos. Running is my antidepressant. I loathe lies. I rarely forgive a lie. Loyalty and honesty are my most noble virtues, and I value them more than anything in other people. I love to love, and am able to fall in love very quickly, although it's only ever happened once. I understood myself and fixed myself only after destroying myself. My greatest excitement comes from deliberately getting lost in foreign cities. I can be extremely loud and frighteningly silent. I hate insinuations. I love storms. Justice for all. I'm a proud man, but welcome the influence of the feminine soul. I have two sisters. I’m a dreamer. I’m a deep thinker. Don’t deal with guilt trips or drama that well. I'm extremely stubborn and persistent. I'm brilliant at keeping secrets. I love driving. I become absolutely and completely lost while watching a burning fire. When the toast pops from the toaster I’m never ready and shit myself. I play the guitar, but require much improvement. Solitude and warmth of the sun are perfect together. I’ve been married once and now divorced. I’m a music junkie. Chocolate mousse is the shit. I curse too much. I find it difficult to make friends. I spent four years as a firefighter. I’ve run my own company since 1991. Bright lights, big cities. I’ve been an executive producer of a feature film. Some people don’t care, and that’s the biggest let-down of the human race. There are cures and solutions for many evils, but no remedy for the worst of them all - the apathy of human beings. The sound of the Italian language being spoken is as good as my favourite music. I hate corrupt cops. I relentlessly and passionately pursue anybody and anything that sets my soul on fire. I'm a dog lover, and all my dogs are considered family members. I have an obsession with photography. I have some close friends who are household names, but shall always remain anonymous. I’m crazy but not lazy. Losing a soulmate has hurt me badly. My two young sons are the nucleus of my universe. I love airports. I love freedom. If you are dishonest or disloyal, I can erase you from my life and memory immediately and permanently. I yearn to explore, dream about and discover as many friendships, deep connections and places, one possibly can in a lifetime.
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