There is not going to be much here for the next week or so as today I go to Kyev or as you might prefer Kiev. Presidential election on Sunday.
Freedom
This morning I am taking my first step to freedom. For thirty-nine years I was a serf, a vassal, a wage slave – a Tiny Tim – scurrying to work in the City. Do you remember how Act III of La Bohème opens? Workers are being searched at the gates of Paris as they arrive… Continue reading Freedom