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| Mechanics Evening, rain bucketting down..... dark, thick blanketting rain... throw a change of clothes for the two girls and for me, 6 nappies, a bottle ( pandy was only 8 months old..) out the front door leaving everything behind me.. lock the place fromt he outside and throw the keys into a storm water swollen drain...into a baby taxi and to the local railways station and the Third Class Ladies waiting room... 4am. Hiding in the very last place anyone would expect a white woman to flee to with her children. Panic, fear, terror. Calming the little ones... Sitting out the dearkness of the night... 9am saw me ring a Bangla friend whose cousin was the Head of Military Intelligence, a politician. He sent a car for me and the girls, he stopped a Special Branch enquiry initiated by Randy and introduced me to the people investigating Child of God activities in Bangladesh. For their protection and help I agreed to give them any information I had on the Cult, and over ten days they picked my brain for conscious information and for unconscious... and they tried to find randy and take the boys back... Randy had disappeared into Old Dhaka.. a veritable rabbit warren teeming with humanity so unfortunately that never happened... Children of God scouring the airport watching... standing scanning faces of all leaving... winning the respect of Bangladeshi intelligence and a friendship forged for life....their offer of a job...*s*... a welcome always to return... They took me to the airport when it was time to leave... I had to leave the boys behind... adrenalin alone fuelled me. I would NOT lose these girls too... Driving in a side entrance... protected, taken to a room near the boarding gates with a veil across the door... watching every person who boarded the flight to make sure we were safe... the girls and I alone catching a final bus. Climbing the stairs...Travelling with the First Secretary of the Australian High Commission who was also on the flight... I could not stem the tears... I left my boys, my innocence, my girlhood and my heart behind me, and I was flying into hell... a family that resented me and god knew what else. The plane descended into Bangkok |
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