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ndani kyema, My Story - Ray Moore 70
watched by Communist guards with the red Chinese flag fluttering over them, with its
five stars, representing China and its national minorities.
We walked across the old, unused railway bridge with our
cases. This was a no man’s land. Ahead of us was
“freedom” and it was represented by some relaxed looking
British soldiers smiling a welcome. Above them flew the
Union Jack and I had an unexpected surge of emotion as I
saw it stirring in the breeze. It represented freedom and
friendliness and fair play. Over the bridge we were not
wanted. Here we were wanted and welcomed. It was 27th
August 1950.
It was a good feeling.
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watched by Communist guards with the red Chinese flag fluttering over them, with its
five stars, representing China and its national minorities.
We walked across the old, unused railway bridge with our
cases. This was a no man’s land. Ahead of us was
“freedom” and it was represented by some relaxed looking
British soldiers smiling a welcome. Above them flew the
Union Jack and I had an unexpected surge of emotion as I
saw it stirring in the breeze. It represented freedom and
friendliness and fair play. Over the bridge we were not
wanted. Here we were wanted and welcomed. It was 27th
August 1950.
It was a good feeling.
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