David Coveney

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25 February, 2016

Staleys in the Isle of Man

One of the funny things about children and their memories is just how fallible they are. Full of false memories and forgotten realities. I lived, for a while, somewhere on the outskirts of Douglas on the Isle of Man, when I was about nine years old. The family I stayed in had a boy about […]

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22 February, 2013

Finding a missing person in South America (and elsewhere)

I promised, ages ago, that I’d write up some tips on how to find somebody who’d gone missing in South America. Recently I had an email from somebody in the same situation which has spurred me into action. Since 1997 I’ve found or been found by my mother, my brothers and my sister. Here I’m […]

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23 July, 2012

How to Break Kids, in 35 Simple Steps

I just came across this article on BBC News – Foster care: The boy who lived at 35 addresses. Through my own experience of unofficial fostering and being moved around (thanks, Dad) often at short notice and with little in the way of genuine explanation, I arrived at the age of 13 with little in […]

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31 August, 2010

Dad´s Headstone

Had my father’s headstone delivered and installed yesterday. It was a fairly sombre moment, and my last goodbye to him.  I won’t go back soon. Unfortunately the computer I’m trying to upload my photos to won’t play ball, so no pictures for the moment.  Sorry.  Maybe tomorrow when I get to San Pedro de Atacama. […]

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29 August, 2010

Quiet Weekend in Arica

I’m staying put while I wait for the headstone to be finished and fitted, and consequently got to see an Arican weekend. There’s not a lot for me to do in many ways, so yesterday I spent some time going through all of my father’s papers and notebooks.  I found evidence of one email address […]

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Food!

Oh seriously, sometimes, when you travel the food is amazing. Sometimes, it looks like it might be a danger to your health…

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28 August, 2010

The Story of Juanito

Here’s something… a smiling, happy and charming man who knew my father in Arica, lives just around the corner from the hotel I’m staying at. He actually lives in the cabin that guards a car park.  Just him.  He’s been married twice, I believe, but that’s all I know. So how can I tell his […]

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Arrangements, part dos

Anyone who’s experienced the death of someone close to them will know that there is often a lot to do.  No exceptions here, plus the added pressure of limited time.  However, I’m not entirely unhappy about the time thing… makes me get things done. Cementaria Parque de Arica So, following the funeral I went yesterday […]

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27 August, 2010

The Funeral

And so it came.  In a way it’s weird… I always felt there were only two likely things to happen. First, I would find my father (or he would find me) and a period of reconciliation may take place.  Closeness, perhaps never, but reconciliation would be fine. Second, I would never find him, and that […]

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25 August, 2010

Arica – Day 1 – Arrangements

Phew… so what a day.  It started off with a cold shower and a blandly unsatisfying breakfast of a cheese sandwich, juice and tea.  But whilst eating a man came up to me and introduced himself as Joaquin Alvarez… the Honorary British Consul in Arica!  It was an unexpected surprise… I thought I was meeting […]

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