Life in Massawa in the late 1940s seemed like some compensation for the separations and privations of the War.  Being the wife of a senior police officer in the British administration brought both status and servants.  Other hands eased the burden of caring for a new-born daughter.  Sunshine and the otherness of Africa displaced the grey wreckage of London. Bereavement followed a too soon departure.  In 2009, a lifetime later, an urge to see Massawa again.  A fleeting visit from a cruise liner replaced the memories with the modern reality of poverty, dust and decay.  It rarely pays to go back.

Photo: Massawa, Eritrea, December 2009 (AFH)

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