Funny how we become entangled in much larger webs.
In September 1986 I arrived in Lahore, Pakistan for a year of intensive Urdu language study. As an eager recently graduated university student I made a point of meeting as many people who could introduce to me to that mythical beast the ‘real’ Pakistan. How the connection was made I don’t recall but I do remember that I spent several days hanging out at the home of one Raza Kazim a left-leaning lawyer who had recently been released from jail. He had written a book of his experiences which included solitary confinement and torture. He gifted me a copy which I used over the year as a text for my slowly improving Urdu. (go to original post with links)