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But here's the latest edition broadcast on BBC Radio 4 and introduced by Kate Adi.

Today the high price paid by Indonesia's gold miners,

why books are more powerful than guns in Somaliland.

We try not to make a linguistic faux-par on the Caribbean island of Martinique, and we're looking

back on more romantic times with the former Casanova's of Italy.

Campaigners in India have welcomed a judge's decision to sentence four men to death

for the rape and murder of a 23 year old student in Delhi last December.

A case caused outrage and protests across the country.

Campainers are calling for more to be done for women's safety in India.

The controversy has caused Rupert Jard to reflect on her own personal experience of some disturbing events from her childhood.

I don't have many particularly vivid memories of my

early childhood, but the images of sexual abuse never go away. I was barely

seven years old living in a typically large middle-class family with five

siblings and numerous other relatives sharing a two-bedroom flat with a terrace.

My mother, a housewife with a terrace. My mother, a housewife, was always busy with the business

of running such a big family on very limited resources. My father had so much to do just to feed all of us. I love being a part of this huge

family. It gave me a strong sense of home, but it also made me an easy prey for sexual abuse.

Distant relatives and cousins kept coming and going through the family home. Being the youngest girl in the family, I was loved by them.

These love sessions would happen only when I was alone with one of them. I hated it but like many others in the same situation I was too petrified to talk

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