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on 17 Mar 2008 | 2
In 1951 I found myself on a flight bound for Libreville in the Belgian Congo on a six-month assignment to West Africa, with the man who would eventually become my husband - George. This was no pleasure trip. It was gruelling work in sweaty tropical jungles, trying to show how the French colonies were using - or misusing - millions of US dollars donated under the Marshall Plan. We were not well received by the colonial governors. In fact, we were treated as spies. link
Anonymous
| March 18, 2008 11:06 AM
Maybe she got mixed up with the French Congo as it was back then? But, either way you're absolutely correct. Letter to the editor methinks...
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Something is wrong. She could not have stayed in Libreville and in the Belgian Congo at the same time, because Libreville is the capital city of Gabon, not the Congo. I am surprised that she can't remember the town in which she spent 6 months. Probably Leopoldville and not Libreville.