I was six years old. I just entered school, I was proud. It was an important day in an important year for me. I still remember it. I remember the colourful photographs showing me with my parents, my siblings, my grandparents outside the school building or outside the block of flats where we lived.
Many years later, when I began to write my book manuscript, I realised that there was a parallel world to what I was experiencing. There was an underbelly, which I wasn’t aware of aged 6 and yet was very much in it . . .
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