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On attaining the status of graduate in these fields, I left these Islands and travelled to the Land of Iceland in the far north of the very planet itself, where I resided for several years, teaching my own language and studying the language of that Country at the University.

But eventually, in the Seventy-Ninth Year of the Last Century of the Second Millennium, I returned to my own country, at a time when many things were changing.

Across the face of the globe, there was still much conflict, much suffering of innocents, many ordinary and harmless folk forced to flee in fear of their very lives, and to leave forever their own lands and people, and dwell among strangers. For many months, I was employed to teach my own language to some of those who had sought refuge among us, in the comparative peace and safety of our land. Those whom I taught had come from the far eastern parts of the planet, from that fertile and sunny land they named Viet Nam, which for decades had been trampled and destroyed by armies in conflict, and was no longer fertile or fair.

We dwelled together in a small settlement of houses, in the ancient town of Pomfret, or as it is called in the modern tongue, Pontefract, in the great kingdom of Yorkshire, in the north of the English domains, but not as far north as my own Homelands. There we shared our cultures and learned each other's ways, while these newcomers to our domains learned our language, and we found them homes and work throughout the kingdom of Yorkshire.

Then, when all was done, I returned once more to the ancient capital in the South, London on the Thames, where I took up my residence in the very northernmost of the villages that make up our great capital, the fair and fertile settlement of Palmers Green.

But here began some of the changes in my life, for I could no longer find employment teaching my native tongue. So I became involved in the great work of the actor Sam Wanamaker, the project to reconstruct Shakespeare's Globe theatre in its original home, without the ancient bounds of the City to the south, the settlement of Southwark. In that place, I kept open the small Museum which showed the history of the area, but especially the old times when the theatres flourished there, and the work of our great playwright, William Shakespeare, delighted the people.

For a while also, I worked in the northern parts of the City for a Museum which chronicled the history of those of Jewish culture who had settled in the City.

After a time, I moved to the second of the City's Universities, now known by the name City University, and here I began the next change in my life, taking on for the first time the task on which I have been engaged ever since, namely the cataloguing of documents and assisting others to use them. For six years, I pursued this occupation among the documents of the University's Arts Policy Department.

But life in the closing years of the Second Millennium was unsettled, and many found that they could not stay long in one place, but must move continuously in order to find employment and the means to live. So once more, in the Final Decade of the Millennium, I moved to another country, this time remaining within these Islands. I travelled to Scotland, where, in its fair and ancient capital of Edinburgh, I carried on my task among documents concerning culture and policy, for a while.

Now six more years have passed, and in the Final Year of the Final Decade of the Final Century of the Second Millennium, I began the task of cataloguing the documents of the local history of the County of Midlothian, which lies to the south of Edinburgh.

I live on the shores on the great Firth of Forth, in the small settlement of Portobello. I also engage in research into the family histories of those persons who ask me so to do, and into the history of those places where I have resided and have carried out my occupations.