
9/11
Just before 9/11 I had fallen from my bike and had stitches in my lip. To my embarrassment, everyone I passed running assumed I was a survivor and nodded gravely. Continue reading 9/11
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Just before 9/11 I had fallen from my bike and had stitches in my lip. To my embarrassment, everyone I passed running assumed I was a survivor and nodded gravely. Continue reading 9/11
So why now did I want to become a US Citizen? Perhaps because in Donald Trump’s America my definition of freedom of speech or right of assembly might at some point intersect with the Administration’s definition of felony, for which I could be deported to Boris Johnson’s Brexit Britain, where my UK passport would no longer give me right of abode in continental Europe. Continue reading Ferry to America