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Don’t argue with Arthur, your geologist great grandfather.
Africa was really alongside America.

Believe in the best bits
Of British boys and girls and brothers
Don’t try to change your children’s class and culture
And confine them to a country.

I'm Still dazed that, Dad, the free thinking socialist, died;
Still amazed that Mom, Eve, was someone for everyone.
She gave us love and set an example.

I eat enough and provide English education here.
Now they are far away, but my family is established.
Some of us even found France again, Carmen was in Paris,
But we have no French friends.

And who gave God back to the Germans?
Who gave them good government?
This was not the experience of Granny and Grandpa in the 30s.
No God, no good government then.

The Halls were always half hard-heads and half home-help
And they always had one foot in human history.

Isidor, standing on the Sarajevo steps in 1914,
I would have liked to have meet him
But now I have my son John to talk to.  

I write of the life lines of love letters, for Lisa and from Lisa.

I was made a man when I married a Mexican  
What’s the name of tonight’s nation?
It is Saudi Arabia.

My parents were party people.
They played in the p.m.
And they had such poetic sensibilities
And pointed directly at political power,
And at the need for public property; 

Quite an important question really. 

I read everything and really want to remember right,
And remember rights
To make sense of myself too in the South.

This memoir is not only a Steinhardt sob story
It’s about how 2 people supported a socialist system that would
They hoped, ensure human rights.

And I did think things through
With the help of dad.

And he taught me to drive to the top of the town.
Together we took the turns, stalling
I haven't taught my son to drive.

I understand that universalism and the inotic is useful.
Who were the key players? 
What did they sacrifice?
These are our heroes.

Let’s visit, let’s walk.
He said: 'They wanted the coastline and the resources
And so they organised a war.'

And what we wanted,
My father and brothers and I,
Were whole women from wonderful worlds
And women with wonderful words.

Women and men work the world I am writing about
They make it work.

I write the years back, young.

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