I'd photograph it but the pile of vegetation arriving from next door has got to the point that I can no longer push my way into the kitchen, there's also lettuces, raspberries and a cabbage the size of a big man's head
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I've been scraping the rust off my Spanish - listening to Spanish radio through the computer and language exchanging with Dolores - in this dayandage we should be able to meet in a clinic, have wires attached to our heads and download each others language files but unfortunately we are still poor so we meet every day for one hour: Spanish on Monday, English on Tuesday and so on for ever until one of us leaves the country.
France’s uneasy relationship with the Holocaust - Caroline Moorehead at the Times Literary Supplement: When, in 2004, Irene Némirovsky’s lost manuscript,Suite française, came out in France, it became the l...
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