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Matthew Parris: I’ve been living with a miracle for 60 years

'I sat in the front on Dad's knee, bleeding all over his good suit, and he didn't care — which frightened me'

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issue 16 November 2013

This is probably the most self-indulgent column I’ve written. I hope not to make a habit of it. It’s an ode to — and something of a lament for — my own right arm.

I was six when I fell off a small cliff above a disused railway embankment in Nicosia, Cyprus.

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