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Previous | Contents | As you can imagine, this mature married man found student politics shallow in the extreme, although I won’t try and justify that opinion here. Well OK, there was one young guy with long black hair and a duffle coat who used to stride into Pol. Sci. tutorials looking like ... Read more
Previous | Contents | Next Next morning Dad and I woke weary, worn out before the day could lay a finger on us. Although Olympia had died, Dad still wanted to go and find the Russos’ old house at the foot of Trocchio, where he’d been billeted, and look up ... Read more
Well, it wasn’t the smallest car in Italy, which would be very small indeed, but it wasn’t large, and it was certainly bare of most creature comforts. It was also a little wider than it seemed from my (unaccustomed) side of the car, and twice I clipped another vehicle with ... Read more
| Contents | Next Tell the kids also that Dad and I always had a combative relationship, but I’d never been closer to him than this. I can’t remember exactly when we stopped bickering with each other, but this trip was a rather graceless step on the way. Rather graceless on ... Read more