I was not welcome in my mother-in-law's home.
I became disillusioned. When I left the classroom and saw the other side of the education system, I felt that I was on my own. I saw political in-fighting.
In every sphere of life, it seems, women are expected to play a support role, assisting men to occupy more effectively the centre stage.
However little we Westerners thought we possessed, we were living like kings in comparison to those around us.
The doctors made it clear that their choice would be not to continue treatment. Although we felt extremely vulnerable, we felt that we had to talk to Anthony himself and let him decide his future.

After two days, I saw that it was not enough to read history in books: I had to accept that I was part of it, and identify with the pain and joy of all human beings. I felt much more at peace after that.
It was easier to poke fun at what I didn't believe than to respect everyone's right to a belief, whatever it might be.
We found that we could lose our rigidity without compromising our fundamental beliefs.
Am I a product of genetics? Circumstances? Upbringing? Or of my own decisions? Probably all four play a part, but I can control my decisions.
We passed each other every morning. She went along Fulda's Kunzeller Street to the Jewish school. I went down Edelzeller Street to the town school. Where the two streets crossed, we met. But I didn't even know her name.