Life is a game with a glorious prise
to he who playes it right,
win or lose it will often end in a fight,
but he will win who surley tries regardless of welch or fane.
How are you playing the game?
von Keith Robinson (Arzt in London)
Dieses kleine Gedicht wurde von Keith in mein Notizbuch geschrieben. Wir lernten uns in einem Restaurant kennen und sprachen über die Möglichkeit, dass auch in einer so friedlichen Atmosphäre eine Terrorbombe hochgehen könnte.
This little poem was written by Keith into my pocketmemory. We got known in a Restaurant. There we talked about a possibility. In this peaceful area could explode a terror bomb as well.