Monday April 23rd, 1973 and it would appear to be a day of celebrations in my country of birth. Something called St. George’s day. I’m sure the meaning will become abundantly clear at a later stage in my life but at 23 days old, you tend to have more pressing issues to deal with.
Settling in ok. Lots of activity around me.
Meanwhile, in Germany, the counter terrorist unit known as GSG 9 is founded.
I have no idea.