The Romans used to that the souls of the departed stayed near their tombs.It was easy to believe that on a cold march morning,with a sky so black that it was as night was about to fall. I stood in the granite archway and looked in at the grave yard.The notice board said 'Polish Church of St Brelade' and the place was crammed with headstones and tombs,and here and there a granite cross reared up.There was a winged angel on the far side i noticed that,and then thunder rumbled on the horizon and rain swept across the bay. The porter of the hotel had given mean umbrella and i put it up and ventured in.On Sunday in Boston i'd never heard of the British channel Islands off the coast of France or the island of jersey. Now it was Thursday and here i was having traveled halfway round the world to seek the final answer to something that had taken three years of my life.
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