For me, October 1956, 70 years ago, is the point at which history turns into the present day. This is because I can just remember it. It is also the point at which the world turns from black and white into colour.
Before, everything in life was dark and heavy, solid wood and brass rather than plastic and chrome. Formality and authority were everywhere. I especially remember how dark the nights were, before streetlighting blotted out the stars.
It was the month of my fifth birthday. I recall talking to my father, or trying to, in the early morning in the bathroom
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