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From Burma — or maybe Saigon — to Manchester via Calcutta

My wife’s family tree

27 September 2014

8:00 AM

27 September 2014

8:00 AM

England

 
We dropped off our daughter Eve at her new school in the Midlands and started the long journey home to Africa. On the train we sat down and my wife Claire looked as if she’d seen a ghost when she saw the elderly lady in the opposite seat. After ten minutes Claire said, ‘I’m sorry I keep staring at you, but you look exactly like my grandmother.

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