Even at Goose Bay, Alaska, changing planes,
there were people to greet him. He asked
who they were. ‘Eskimos.’ Mandela
remembered the igloos in the textbook
at the mission school. ‘Ah, Inuit.’
He walked to greet them in their common tongue.
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THE OLD LIME TREES AT ERDDIG
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AT CHESTER CROSS
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