Please, be the great the rest of us need you to be.
One year ago, Myanmar went to the polls. This week it’s the turn of the United States.
In which I catch a glimpse of my youth.
Memories of a favourite picture book, and more besides.
And it shone from the face of a man a long way from home.
“The beauty of travel, as of love or terror, is that it regularly turns all your ideas on your head and reminds you that you really know nothing at all.” Pico Iyer
It’s the 4th of July, 1976, and it’s time for me to say goodbye to my American life.