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‘’I am astounded’ my lawyer continued, ‘by the attitude taken up by my learned friend in referring to the heartless action of placing the old man in the home. Surely if proof were needed of the excellence of such places than we should look no further than on the policy of the government towards these institutions. They are part financed and promoted by Government departments. The seamen in particular upon whom this nation depends also contribute towards them with their pensions But for all his long-windedness, (he skipped the funeral nor did he mention the Dada’s bad blood); did he touch the apex of argument that the prosecutor had used for my communist ‘Chinese’ Dada and his Catholic practices which had led to the strike and traitorous acts that followed. How little he knew of the minimal affect this had had upon a loving grandson in his furious rage as he encountered two innocent white boys in a Chinese club. My brain was threaded. Its membranes felt as if they were left out to dry in the sun or washed away in rivulets by the rain. What with his long words, the endless days and hours, the stifling heat, that clamoured through door and window for entry I found that my mind had gone blurred and that everything was slowly dissolving into a grey watery mess inside. How well I now remembered the policeman’s words, ‘in the end it drains you’