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		<title>By: tc</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear Prime Minister Tsvangirai
If I go back, will I be welcomed? Who by?
Will I hear speeches desiring my bones to be fed to the vultures? Will I fear physical violence?
Will I hear lies or truth? Will the reality the politicians speak of be the reality I perceive?
Will I finally get a job which allows me to use my considerable skills? Which is not alienating, which will allow me to give of myself? Will I feel socially useful?
Will I earn enough to live? 
Will I feel trapped in a small city where people&#039;s conversation is constricted and oppressed by frustration and the omnipresence of politics?
Will there be a doctor to attend to me when I&#039;m ill?
Where will I live? Will I have a beautiful dog, and will I never wonder what will become of it?
What will my old age be like? Like my mother&#039;s - wondering at 65 what the hell is going to happen and should she leave and where to?
Will I ever get my passport back? 
Will the victims of violence and its perpetrators past and present ever be named?]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Prime Minister Tsvangirai<br />
If I go back, will I be welcomed? Who by?<br />
Will I hear speeches desiring my bones to be fed to the vultures? Will I fear physical violence?<br />
Will I hear lies or truth? Will the reality the politicians speak of be the reality I perceive?<br />
Will I finally get a job which allows me to use my considerable skills? Which is not alienating, which will allow me to give of myself? Will I feel socially useful?<br />
Will I earn enough to live?<br />
Will I feel trapped in a small city where people&#8217;s conversation is constricted and oppressed by frustration and the omnipresence of politics?<br />
Will there be a doctor to attend to me when I&#8217;m ill?<br />
Where will I live? Will I have a beautiful dog, and will I never wonder what will become of it?<br />
What will my old age be like? Like my mother&#8217;s &#8211; wondering at 65 what the hell is going to happen and should she leave and where to?<br />
Will I ever get my passport back?<br />
Will the victims of violence and its perpetrators past and present ever be named?</p>
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