Chapter Two
Post on my f*******: wall:
If the Angel of Revolutions comes to me on Judgment Day and asks for a bank statement of my personal activities during the Yemeni Revolution, I’ll only be able to show him three deposits from my student days in Aden, which he’ll almost certainly find trivial and trifling.
Deposit No. 1:
It’s 1966, a year before independence from British colonisation in 1967, and I’m ten. I greatly admire people who write inflammatory graffiti supporting armed revolution. There are slogans like: Down with colonisation! and phrases praising either of the two main parties vying to lead the armed struggle: the National Liberation Front and the Front for the Liberation of Occupied South Yemen.
I favour the former, though I’m not quite sure why. I support the YMCA foot
