THE DAY I STARTED TO HEAR THE PLANES AGAIN.

The quiet days of London come to an end as the mysterious ash cloud vanishes from the European air space. The blue sky of spring is lined with white stripes of kerosene and I suddenly realised the sound of landing aeroplanes. Συνεχίστε την ανάγνωση THE DAY I STARTED TO HEAR THE PLANES AGAIN.

NOVEMBER 1989

(a response to Vasilis’s post)
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I remember the days leading up to the big day that was to re-unite Germany. I was allowed to watch the news on television, images of countless demonstrators flickering on the black and white TV, politicians were talking about issues not entirely clear to my nine year old self, but it was exciting, something big was going to happen… Συνεχίστε την ανάγνωση NOVEMBER 1989