24 Ptrska Street

To my daughter Teresa,

I write to you with the following requests: to type out the pages I will be sending you from time to time and to make two copies. Not to change or add a thing of your own and not to improve on your father, bearing in mind that angels are not to be found on earth or in heaven. To ignore the bits of my writing that you can’t read and not to worry about commas or full-stops.

Now that I’ve retired I have decided that I want to write about my life – not my whole life, not an autobiography, but those events that I’ve never really been able to digest before.

Skinned Alive
Fellow Workers