Last November I was in a place called Mogopa in the Western Transvaal.
Since I was detained as a prisoner of conscience, I have had moments of deep anguish.
Waiting for a bus one day near my home, I saw a man standing nearby.
Two weeks ago, I came to Nicaragua to spend six months with Witness for Peace.
Striving to hold back the placement of Pershing and cruise missiles on Dutch soil.
The rain fell in steady streams. The forecast said rain through the night and into Easter morning.