konkubines of dictators
exploring the past
Saturday 8 June 2013
her father
Her father left home when she was five. He took with him the cat and the lamp. She remembers him walking down the street, the cat startled and the lamp hanging from his shoulder bag. He was whistling 'Singing in the Rain'.
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