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I London I worked in a health food chain store with
many other ex-colonial Australians.
Things were so simple in London.
I collapsed at work as I was still losing too much blood.
A workmate walked me to the hospital in the drizzling
maroon of Thatcher's England.
I was also feeling electric shocks up and down my arms,
and could not stop sweating.
I was not well.
The hospital nurse laughed and said that she was not
surprised. I was gay.
The hospital was too full. The next day I flew to Greece. I
was over London.