For some unknown reason to usMother couldn’t, or, wouldn’t drive,failing driver’s licence examinationsthough a car would have made herQueen of the Road, she washappy for Father to drive us aroundwhile they were arguing, from maps,about where, on Earth, they might begoing, and we sat meekly in the back,vouching to get our licences as soonas we’d … Continue reading Jeltje Fanoy, Migration (1960s) / Μετανάστευση