Notes from Africa: Unforgettable Christmas Days, from Stirling to South Sudan
SIX decades down the line, the abiding memory of Christmas at our home in Stirling was of half a dozen middle-aged uncles asleep and snoring in front of the dining room’s coal fire. The thick curtains were drawn. In this post-prandial phase, which lasted about two hours, the air was thick with cigarette and pipe smoke plus methane gas. There had been only brief conversation prior to their collective coma while the table was cleared, the women retreating upstairs to the sitting room and kids left to amuse themselves. After my last dinner there as a high school student, I escaped into the f...
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