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ndani kyema, My Story - Ray Moore 56
collect a prisoner. It was dark when we returned. The prisoner and I and one of the
soldiers rode in the back, standing and holding on to a bar running across the back of
the cabin. I found the prisoner intriguing and not at all frightening as we shared the
spectacle of sheet lightning in the distance lighting up the darkness.
This was the first year since 1941 that I had been free of prison walls, and I made the
most of my newfound freedom. It was almost exactly twelve months after I had
arrived home from concentration camp, when I, together with Alan and Frank, set off
to Shanghai where the Mission was reopening the boarding school. The family
dynamics were still no better, and my wall which I had built around myself was as
strong as ever.
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collect a prisoner. It was dark when we returned. The prisoner and I and one of the
soldiers rode in the back, standing and holding on to a bar running across the back of
the cabin. I found the prisoner intriguing and not at all frightening as we shared the
spectacle of sheet lightning in the distance lighting up the darkness.
This was the first year since 1941 that I had been free of prison walls, and I made the
most of my newfound freedom. It was almost exactly twelve months after I had
arrived home from concentration camp, when I, together with Alan and Frank, set off
to Shanghai where the Mission was reopening the boarding school. The family
dynamics were still no better, and my wall which I had built around myself was as
strong as ever.
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