They were a bunch of miserable-looking sad lot, slightly afraid of what was there, not knowing what awaited them. We, that is, my brother, about four years old then and I, were there with my governess AnnieBa, Colonel Geoffrey Clarke, my father's liaison officer and Cathy, his wife when they arrived. I don't know how much my brother remembers about that day, but the most I remember is them scrambling out of their train looking totally terrified coming into this land where everything was so different. Soon they were quite happy as they received the warmth, and knowing those days and the traditions, they would have been given something to nibble at. So, that must have cheered them up a bit because they ...
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