It was worth the cold, the hunger and the danger we went through.

At this point we think this is something worth looking into further. Our aim is to target not just mushroom facilities but other operations. This is a beginning step into looking at the pervasive use of bleach.

As a historian, I have learned that, in fact, not everyone who reaches back into history can survive it. And it is not only reaching back that endangers us; sometimes history itself reaches inexorably forward for us with its shadowy claws.

I felt like I was some kind of primitive spring-loaded machine, placed under far more tension than it had ever been built to sustain, about to blast apart at great danger to anyone standing nearby. I imagined my body parts flying off my torso in order to escape the volcanic core of unhappiness that had become: me.

Cowards falter, but danger is often overcome by those who nobly dare.

I'm glad we've been bombed. It makes me feel I can look the East End in the face.