I warned you that the events I describe may not follow any logical sequence and this post probably confirms this. The year 2000 found me in Knysna, South Africa. Karl had been dead 3 years and for once in my life I was quiet alone. The days sped by at a rapid rate and the [...]
Events that shape a life
My father never returned from the war and in the chaos that followed it could not be said that he was missed or even spoken of. Survival became the watchword and in the pursuit of this we, as a family, did what needed to be done. Of course I was too young to remember much, [...]
Where I am now.
It is a cold and blustery night. I am 68 years old and all alone. I am not used to being alone. It wasn’t always like this. I have a story to tell and a young man (yummy) to write it all down. This story will be at my own pace. According to my birth [...]
