He cannot escape the memory of the knife. He holds his hand up and shows me the scar on the underside of his arm, just below the wrist. 'I resisted,' he explains, 'so they forced me.'
He cannot escape the memory of the knife. He holds his hand up and shows me the scar on the underside of his arm, just below the wrist. 'I resisted,' he explains, 'so they forced me.'