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After my husband, Amir, died, the only times that I spent in relative peace were when I was asleep or writing of him. I chose to write about the most event-filled and exciting time of my life—the eleven years we spent in Kampala, Uganda, East Africa. This might be the only positive thing that was born as a result of his death—a celebration of those African years.

My thanks to Emily Pechefsky, that rigorous English scholar with whom I share two grandchildren. She read my writings with an unflinching eye and honest, sometimes ruthless, critiques. And in her acerbic manner, she convinced me that I had a voice that others may care to hear. And to Carol Sicherman who painstakingly edited my meandering thoughts. My thanks to Karen Getchell who carefully picked up after me.

And I thank Gareth Barberton, my co-trainee in Kampala and my companion in the London months. He asked, cajoled, commanded me to write of my life. And to do it fast or he may not be around to read the story.