Its 8 in the morning on Saturday, the 4th day of Raya. Outside, the rain is persistent, off and on. While clicking on the TV remote button aimlessly, a program suddenly caught my attention. A man (movie director Mamat Khalid) was showing his TV host, Jimmy, the places and the things he used to do in his younger days while living in Germany. Instantly, it reminded me of my 5 years in England from 1974 to 1979.
Two years in Brighton, doing my Diploma and three years in Surrey, doing my degree. Those were the student days, with nothing much to worry about except for the exams. During the summer holidays, I would travel over to Europe, or the continent, as they call it. Germany was among the countries I went to, many times in fact.
Liverpool football club was big then. European champion many times over. Manchester United was still struggling, not having won the league championship for over twenty years. Alex Ferguson was not even heard of then. The Beatle was already reaching their end while Pink Floyd, Genesis, Yes and a host of other names which I can't really recall were just coming up.
The five years in England seems a long time ago now. It is a long time, almost 30 years. Life has moved on. I am now almost retired. What a different from the student days when working life was just about to begin.
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