Sublime

that Milkman’s name really was Milkman.

Milkman to be present has been one of those reality checks that life has given you – to round you out, to step you up, to set you on the next stage of your journey.

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my seemingly flattened approach to life became less a pretence and more and more real as time went on.

At eight o’clock, Uncle Mishak, the English dictionary in the pocket of his coat, set off up the hill to join the long queue of foreigners in Hampstead Town Hall who waited daily for news of relatives, for instructions, for permission to remain – and as he walked, a tiny compact figure stopping to examine a rose bush in a garden or address an unatt