大象传媒

I would have liked my grandfather to have had his father. He was one of the nicest people I even knew, he allowed me to be who I am, without any of the shackles of modern womanhood. He taught me physics, he helped buy me a computer. He was an enlightened man for his time. He was probably jewish.

His father was killed at the end of the second world war, just before the armistice. He was in a military hospital at the time, and my great grandmother had been sent a telegram to say that he was recovering. Some time later my grandfather ran to tell his mother that the telegram boy had arrived. That was how they found out their father and husband was dead.

My grandfather "fought" in Burma during the second world war, doing some secretive electrical engineering. He returned to spend the rest of his life in insurance. We must find a way not to waste our talents, and to use them to good ends.

Whilst I could spend my life blaming germans, my heart tells me that the culprit was almost certainly friendly fire.

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