Well, if nothing else it was always going to be a long one, what with the 5 and a half hour time difference, and two e-mail greetings coming in the night before. One from Bo's'n, and one from Joe... Bless 'em both. And then I slept on it. It was going to be special, whatever.
So next morning I made an early start in real time and took a rickshaw to Mother Teresa's place.
Her room, her bed, her pencil case containing just one pencil, one pen, a small ruler, a rubber and a letter opener. Her last pair of sandals, broken, and her food bowl; just the one. And there was the torch they used the night she died. There was a power failure and they couldn't give her oxygen.
Finally the tomb.
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So next morning I made an early start in real time and took a rickshaw to Mother Teresa's place.
Her room, her bed, her pencil case containing just one pencil, one pen, a small ruler, a rubber and a letter opener. Her last pair of sandals, broken, and her food bowl; just the one. And there was the torch they used the night she died. There was a power failure and they couldn't give her oxygen.
Finally the tomb.
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