My mother was a novelist, my father was a freedom fighter…
Time for bed, Gypsy.
… we were driven out of our village in the middle of the night; left to fend for ourselves with nothing more than the clothes on our backs.
My mother was a novelist, my father was a freedom fighter…
Time for bed, Gypsy.
… we were driven out of our village in the middle of the night; left to fend for ourselves with nothing more than the clothes on our backs.