Dressmyshelf siterer The river of lost footsteps av Thant Myint-U (side 22)
14:37, 24. oktober 2013 Ingen har det som favoritt.
It was dusk by the time they reached the river. A small wooden plank connected the bank to the Thooreah steamer. With his attendants holding a tall white umbrella over his head, and a crush of English, Burmese, and Indian onlookers all around, the twenty-eight-year-old Thibaw walked onto the ship, never to see Mandalay or Burma again.
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