May 5th 1979, I am at my mother’s flat in Elm Park Gardens, getting myself ready for my wedding. The flat is teeming with people. My mother, my stepfather, a friend who is sewing me into my headdress – we thought it would be so easy – my father who is wearing two vests very […]Read Post ›
It seems that this page though published once has disappeared. So here it is again Yesterday I had many occasions to weep. A lot of nostalgia. Some misery. Some anger. Some joy. All for love. I was searching through a bag full of my daughter’s ancient cameras which were lurking in a corner of my […]Read Post ›
O Very enjoyable and fascinating story of espionage and derring-do. I would have enjoyed it more if it had been pure fiction. As it is a mostly true tale I could not stop thinking about all the gruesome death and destruction that occurred leading up to and around the operation. Of course, things could have […]Read Post ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 