BOYHOOD MEMORIES OF THE SECOND WORLD WAR PART 2
I intended to post this piece on Saturday, but life has its own agenda outside of Blogit, and what with one thing and another, I couldn’t even begin to write it. Quite apart from that, I’m finding it difficult to even get my thoughts processes working at full blast to recall those old, painful times; when, uprooted from family and friends, my life was diverted from its natural course. So, here I sit at my computer, on a hot Spanish summer afternoon, reliving in memory those dire times of the... Sign in to see full entry.