Do You Understand Where I’m Coming from?

Making sense of the way I do history necessarily involves shifting my gaze two thousand miles away from Britain to the small Mediterranean island where my grandparents were born.

With my father George at my maternal grandparents’ house on my first birthday, 1986 (personal photo).

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