And suddenly a wave of... «Smoke and Ashes»
Zee_Beckett6 июля 2025And suddenly a wave of something – guilt or self-loathing possibly, but more a sense of weariness – swept over me. I was tired of it all. Tired of the deception and the constant need to maintain the charade of normality in front of the natives: the need to maintain a stiff upper lip at all bloody times, that unwritten rule that decreed it an indignity to share one’s weaknesses with someone because of the colour of their skin, that to me was the real white man’s burden, not whatever nonsense that fool Kipling might have penned in one his doggerel poems.
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