NEW Book: Hitlers Holiday Camp
This covers the years of the second world war and my late fathers's experiences as a victim of Nazi Germany. There were a few women in our street who would taunt me as I walked past them. "What does your father do for work Peter?" they asked in that familiar sarcastic tone and that smug smirk on their faces. I am sure that those rotten bitches knew very well that I did not have a father. I became a bit withdrawn and rebellious and resorted to hating the world and people. When I saw someone walking their dog, I came over and gave the dog a pat. It made me feel so good to have that connection with a small animal.
