The French stranger

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I was playing with my sister in some water
rapids, the rivers disappeared underground. My six-year-old sister
slipped and started to be pulled towards the mouth of the
underground river. I grabbed her hand, trying not to let her slip
away. There was no-one around and I was screaming and praying.
Luckily a stranger appeared and pulled us out of the river just
as I was beginning to lose my grip. I'm thankful for her not
drowning.
Jennifer Poole, Southern France, 1987. For the
French stranger.
Illustration © Liz Anelli 2012.