![]() Alexandra Fuller writes about growing up as the daughter of a white farming family in what was then Rhodesia, in the midst of the political upheaval that would lead country after country in the former British Empire to fight for and declare their independence. We greedy, stupid few quickly sat on our hands again.ĭamn this book is good. “Children like you open the tins and get blown to pieces.” The tins were bright and promising, with pictures of roses painted on their sides, or small children with rosy cheeks in old-fashioned winter clothes running behind snow-covered trees, or butter-soft shortbread with cherry-heart centers. ![]() “Mines are hidden in cake tins and biscuit tins.” He showed us. ![]()
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