The lovely, warm and smiley anesthesiologist talked calmly and put the mask over my face asking me to breathe deeply. I dreamed but woke to a circle of concerned faces looking down on me calling my name. ‘Dawid, Dawid, are you alright?’ I couldn’t breathe, try as I might, my lungs didn’t work, when I tried to suck in air, nothing happened.
It’s been a lot of years but the memories are still vivid although they are abstract sounds and colours of
Walking Tall It is hard now to remember what life was like back then I believed
Berlin He adjusts his jacket, sits and adjusts his trouser legs, tics, opens his book, pause. Stillness
Belfast I was sitting there watching Smithy smoke a joint as he lay on his pit. I got
Germany 1945 He is in an armchair and takes off his reading glasses, tics, lays his book in his
Normandy This is where I began; after my father died. It’s a beautiful part of France and the beaches that
Meat Wagons & Memorials Because we were involved in covert soldiering in Northern Ireland we were transported from
Cadiz Auntie Elsie married Uncle Charlie; they had a son Arthur and a daughter Monica. Arthur was about my
Munich There were dances almost every night in village halls, church halls, the Palais. Another pal was a
