I think the U.K. is too small to write about from within it and still make it seem foreign and exotic and interesting.
Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed.
And I'm hoping that fair-minded people will stand up and say that what's been done to me is wrong, and that-that people's personal lives have no impact on their ability to be a journalist, you know. Why should my past prevent me from having a future?