SussexTHE telephone was ringing as John and Barbara came into the house.
They had been up to London for the day, just before the autumn term started, and had a sandwich for lunch with Giori. Margaret and Helena had met them at Charing Cross railway station after the concert at the Albert Hall.
‘Giori is going to be reporting from Vienna for a while until the situation in Prague gets clearer,’ John told them on the way home. ‘He may be allowed a visa to go there later. There was no resistance there, just the suicide of Jan Palak.’
‘A young man, hardly older than you girls, and he burnt himself to death.’ Barbara shuddered. ‘His name will never be forgotten, but how terrible… So cruel…’
‘What is the point of resisting such invaders? Life means nothing to them. Resistance just kills more
