I was very much a child of the Cold War.
If asked to name the worst moment of his life, Michael Fisher wouldn't have hesitated to give his answer: it was when the lights went out.
As long as we remember a person, they're not really gone. Their thoughts, their feelings, their memories, they become a part of us.
What strange places our lives can carry us to, what dark passages.
It happened fast. Thirty-two minutes for one world to die, another to be born.
And indeed, I am a warmhearted and thoroughly domestic man who gets up and makes pancakes for his children and kisses them on the head when he sends them off to their day.