The French stranger

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.

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