London Part Two

I have to admit that my relationship with London is mixed. My mother and her sister and parents came here after escaping Germany in 1939, thanks to Lotte Passer, my cousin who passed away earlier this year at age 99. My first time was when I was six during a year we spent in Germany (my father was a specialist in German politics) and I have come many times since then. Sometimes I stayed with family friends, sometimes with my own friends (one, in particular, whom I first met in Sierra Leone, a...