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So, with help from this faithful friend, my tormentor’s
mother, and his sisters, I made plans to leave the

country. I promised the Presser that if he helped me get

away, I would send for him. With that promise, he bent
over backward to help me.

The necessary papers were not easy to come by, but with
help from my friend Jennifer and the Presser — whom

I now consider a friend — I managed to get it done. I

made plans with the children’s aunts: Aunty Elane,
Aunty Yvonne, and Grandmother (who everyone

lovingly calls Sister Winnie) to take care of them.

So, on the first day of June 1972, I made a run for my

life. I landed in Canada on June 2, 1972, with ten
dollars to my name.

I stayed with a friend who was staying with her friend,

sleeping on the floor — or sometimes on two chairs.
Then I got sick. For two weeks, I was unable to go

anywhere or see any sights. According to my papers, I
was on a two-week vacation, so it was suggested that I

ask for an extension.

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