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Mugpi

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Mugpi Mugpi Friday, 14 January 2011 The man who fell to Earth Once upon a time, long long ago, back when I was a child, I used to feel a particular spot on planet Earth – "here" - was home. Depending on the scale I was thinking of, here was my house ...or my street ...or my northern town ...or my county ...or England ...or the UK. Here I lived with my parents and two (quite older) brothers. Here were my friends. I knew I belonged here and that this was where I slotted into the world. It wasn't th e prettiest or wealthiest part of the world and certainly it was not where I would choose to be if I was given an option today. But that didn't matter – here was the place, end of. Everything made sense. Ok, so my parents were from disparate parts of Europe (Berlin and Lvov). Because of this I barely knew my German grandparents, aunties, uncles or cousins. Visits (over what today seems a ridiculously short distance) were rare and expensive events (though forever etched into my child...

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