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Luanda 1974

Luanda 1975 It was a fraught time in Luanda, the rebel army (freedom fighters) was closing in on Luanda, leaving civilians exposed to rape, murder and pillage. The Portuguese army had dastardly skulked away and General Spinola was in Lisbon playing politics Colonialism was over, but there was fear of its ending when hatred had to be sated. Among the white population, there was a fatalistic mien drowning their fear like the sinking Titanic, loud music, booze and dancing, everything to live a little longer. Then came the Germans (foreign legion) took charge staved off the incoming, undisciplined riff-raff army long enough for people to get on ships and planes to get the hell out; as for the Germans found their way out to South Africa. The aftermath: When hatred of the colonials subsided, the new Angola found they needed the know-how of the settlers they were invited back. Today, thousands of Portuguese live to thrive in harmony with the black population,

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