I have just spent the morning at paperback café in Ealing reading the first ten chapters of Kurt Vonnegut’s Mother Night. It is situated across from St. Mary’s Church and a little shop called 50 Shades of Taupe. The cinnamon roll was excellent and the coffee is deep, rich and strong. I really like the tin mugs. I’m really looking forward to reading Alice Winn’s latest release from last year- alas I am 60th in line for a paperback copy. My favourite maxim from Mother Night so far is nation of two.

Only one thing counted-

The nation of two.

And when that nation ceased to be, I became what I am today and what I always will be, a stateless person.