I was young and in Paris sitting on a coach. Suddenly I saw a majestic bride ascending into church the gentle rippling of her dress train like milk flowing upwards upon the steps. This footage you too may have seen The Nazi Officer prods the old woman's face with the handle of his stick and with it pushes up her chin to intimidate, to shame. But she is calm does not react as if she thinks it's not me you hate it's some mythical concept not me , no not me. My grandparents photo 1942 or 43 he's in uniform on precious leave they spend a weekend together she has curly hair exactly the same hair falling in the same way parted in the same place in my daughter's photo across the distance of the room across the distance of time. In London where I lived I stepped out into the road to cross without looking while the traffic had stopped. A limo was there in front of me but as I looked just feet in front of me inside the limo The Queen herself (caught in traffic) looked right at me quite searchingly I think now and I felt her appraisal - unimpressed!