With this in mind, my father hid my brother and sister (who were still quite small), under his bulky overcoat with hand-made pockets. I walked, stout-heartedly, beside him. This way my parents hoped and prayed that the Turks would see only one child and let us pass by unharmed.

A whole array of companies and consultants are found travelling to Croatia or Czech or China, to extol the latest virtues of electioneering, perhaps via the UK Westminster Foundation for Democracy, […]

Her search for decent home-made winter clothes came up with zilch, so she had to get imported stuff.

They huddled, waiting for the storm to blow over.