Then they asked me about myself and told me it was a very nice bike. They were surprised that I was 75 – as well as 75% better – and encouraged me to talk about places I’d been and things I’d seen. Some of them were too young to know that Melbourne had hosted to Olympic Games in 1956.
Monthly Archives: January 2016
Memory is an ecstasy and a torment. As before death rushes at me and stops it can be terrifying and ecstatic.