By Liane Arno
CAN you imagine a childhood where you were made to stand in the corner and watch your school mates drink the precious milk that you had been denied because you have a German mother? A post-war Britain where you had to stand in the queue for hours clutching your ration book hoping that a piece of fruit would still be there when you got to the front? Where your parents, believing in the health effects of nudity, took you along to a nudist colony? A frightening place where neighbours murdered your cat because your family was a little out of the ordinary?
CAN you imagine a childhood where you were made to stand in the corner and watch your school mates drink the precious milk that you had been denied because you have a German mother? A post-war Britain where you had to stand in the queue for hours clutching your ration book hoping that a piece of fruit would still be there when you got to the front? Where your parents, believing in the health effects of nudity, took you along to a nudist colony? A frightening place where neighbours murdered your cat because your family was a little out of the ordinary?