My earliest political memory is of Margaret Thatcher stepping down as Prime Minister. It was all over the news when I got back from school and I remember thinking about […]

My neighbour gave us a Margaret Thatcher jack-in-the-box, and I bit her nose off. My parents thought it was hilarious.

In Hungary, the earliest political memory of my generation is the death of the first democratically elected prime minister after the fall of socialism, József Antal, in 1993 but for […]

I was about 12 and went with my parents and brother on an outing at a suburb close to Athens (Kifisia or Penteli). My parent took a walk to the […]

The order of the three trailer-like short memories from when I was three years old was established in my adult life, i.e after I knew the historical significance and the […]

I grew up in West Virginia (USA), a rural and culturally homogenous region. My memory is of my mom putting me on the phone to talk to the utility bill […]

In 1942, my father, Percy, son of a printer from London’s East End, met my mother Mary, an artist and a Sussex landgirl, in an army canteen where Mary volunteered. […]

Drawing a sign for a demonstration against nuclear energy with my mother in the aftermath of the chernobyl disaster. My mother asked me, what my problem with the current situation […]

The first activism about unfairness I can remember was at age 6 having an argument with the Headteacher about which parts of the playground should be in or out of […]

Age 4. I remember holding a banner on a protest in support of the workers’ strike on an electrical power plant in Tripoli, Greece. My father was one of the […]