‘TREAT ME LIKE A KING PLEASE’

pinch-me1‘PINCH ME, please, did that just happen?’

The voice on the other end of the phone was Masih Das, ringing from prison, the other side of the world.  Pinch me again please. I wasn’t imagining it, was I?

No, it was him. Somehow, he had got access to a mobile and had tried three times to get me. Oh, what joy! How we talked!!!!

He told me of the most amazing Christmas Eve Festival they had organised in the prison, getting permission to hire a cook from outside to bring in 60kg of chicken and 70kg of rice. Continue reading

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