I was born in Australia but grew up in England
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Nelson Mandela, the tall, grizzled veteran who emerged from Victor Verster Prison at the side of his wife, Winnie, with his right fist clenched above his head, was already a living legend. His image had been shaped in our imaginations. We knew nothing of the political jealousies and the power struggles during the early years on Robben Island. We had, by then, shrugged off the alliances that Mandela sought and never renounced with Cuba's Castro, Libya's Gadhafi and the PLO's Yasser Arafat.