Discipline of Freedom
He was tall. You had to look up to him. His hand, when you shook it, reminded you he had once been a boxer, and, differently, that he and his fellow prisoners had been put to breaking rocks in the lime quarry on Robben Island.
He was tall. You had to look up to him. His hand, when you shook it, reminded you he had once been a boxer, and, differently, that he and his fellow prisoners had been put to breaking rocks in the lime quarry on Robben Island.
βHeβs free!β Abie has gone through the roof with the headline, jumping on the front seat of the car, up and down through the sun top, shaking the front page of the Star above the cheering crowds.
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