All Saints' Day in London to many Poles meant a walk to a cemetery. Too far to visit the family and friends' graves back in Poland, they chose a nearby necropoly. Cycling yesterday I stopped at St Mary's graveyard in Perivale. There was a Polish man who came to light a candle or two on a grave there. We chatted briefly.
Cycling through a park I saw a knife in the grass. A dog-walking man stopped too and immediately recognised the knife was plastic. A Halloveen accessory left behind, not another tool of murder. I heard from a friend that last week a man in his fifties was knifed by four teenagers at the station in Stratford. Luckily, my friend wasn't there as she and other friends went for a drink to celebrate her birthday after work.
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