someone commented the other day, that I must have more groups of refugees sneaking West pictures than anyone he knows. It is something never referred to when I was young, but nearly everyone in my community in England was a refugee. Only when I got older was I able to find out the real facts. The fear lives with me. Yet here we have found another type of fear, the use of remote on our bodies, and death in our beds without even knowing. I have often wished our President, Klements, my mum's boss /she was an interpreter/ had not done us the favour if sending us West but had sent us to Siberia. Those there now, seem to have more real freedom than we do.