A journey to the PASI
Oct 23, 2020
2 minutes
BY LESLEY STONES
AS a kid growing up in England, I was painfully tall and gawky, and ugly in my cheap, thick National Health glasses. I was intelligent too, and a perfect target for bullies at a school where other kids aimed for mediocrity so they didn’t stand out.
Finally I grew quirky enough to be untouchable, partly thanks to Karel, a Czechoslovakian coach driver. Karel (who spelled
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