By Maya He’s in his study and wears a suit and tie He caresses the gold watch in his pocket, A gift from his grandfather when he was a boy. It seems another perfectly ordinary day, The girls are scurrying down the stairs The little one, a girl with blue-grey…
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By David Malin Lord, where are You now, in these deserted tenements, this blackened skyline? Leeds, Wakefield, Doncaster, I searched the grimy walls and torn billboards, and You were not there. Nor were You in the grim expression of a workman at a hoarding, like a man lost or a dead man or…
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By Maya Hobart Throughout the war, Edmund Stinnes made his homes available for The Secret Surrender negotiations. Edmund’s homes overlooked a remote and sleepy fishing village on the shores of Lake Maggiore, while the estate on Monte Verità had terraces and vineyards. Monte Verità means Mountain of Truth in Italian. The…
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Written by Dr Angela’s daughter, Maya REPORTING FROM SWITZERLAND During the day, church bells echo across the valleys; by the lake you can see flocks of white birds flying across the silver waves of the lake. But if if you look a little longer, if you look a little closer,…
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