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The English Patient
by Michael Ondaatje | Literature & Fiction | This book has not been rated.
ISBN: 0676970087 Global Overview for this book
ISBN: 0676970087 Global Overview for this book
Registered by Skyring of Reid, Australian Capital Territory Australia on 4/2/2008
This Book is Currently in the Wild!
This Book is Currently in the Wild!
1 journaler for this copy...
Journal Entry 1 by Skyring from Reid, Australian Capital Territory Australia on Wednesday, April 2, 2008
I've got a special place in mind to release this one.
Journal Entry 2 by Skyring at German Underground Hospital in St Andrew's, Guernsey Channel Islands on Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Released 16 yrs ago (4/2/2008 UTC) at German Underground Hospital in St Andrew's, Guernsey Channel Islands
WILD RELEASE NOTES:
RELEASE NOTES:
My poor feet are near worn off to bleeding stumps. We took the bus to the other side of the island - something that one cannot do very easily in Australia - and then walked around the coast, along some picturesque cliffs, up some lanes and finally caught the bus for about a kilometre, getting off near the airport. We then walked up Russell Road, to the Little Chapel, then retraced our steps, up a road, down a lane and there we were.
A huge undergound establishment, dug out by slave labour. We walked around and around, our feet fair worn to shreds.
I left this by an appropriate sign.
I hope someone finds this soon - the place was very damp.
My poor feet are near worn off to bleeding stumps. We took the bus to the other side of the island - something that one cannot do very easily in Australia - and then walked around the coast, along some picturesque cliffs, up some lanes and finally caught the bus for about a kilometre, getting off near the airport. We then walked up Russell Road, to the Little Chapel, then retraced our steps, up a road, down a lane and there we were.
A huge undergound establishment, dug out by slave labour. We walked around and around, our feet fair worn to shreds.
I left this by an appropriate sign.
I hope someone finds this soon - the place was very damp.
