Border Line

When a nervous army officer came between the writer and the village. An extract

We said goodbye to him and his assistants and resumed walking. We had walked perhaps a couple of kilometres without seeing another person or car when the sound of a large vehicle groaning up the track reached us. This time it was a Border Roads Organisat…

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