Archives for 2013

My Purple Jersey

During the period in which I lived in Retief Street, I saw frequent changes of inhabitants in the corner house, which was situated on the left of my garden on the corner of Retief Street and Long Market Street. I don’t know why so many changes took place, but I suppose that one of the […]

My White Mini

One day while visiting a friend of my parents I came to know that his Mini, which he used to use for work and which he kept under a tree in his garden, didn’t want to start. I don’t know how it came about but talking about cars and other things we decided to make […]

The Tumbling Pigeons

I liked a friend of mine’s hobby, that was breeding and taming pigeons. Birds which are normally considered noisy and messy. To us these birds were on the contrary fascinating and unusual. His pigeons were of a special kind called tumblers. The pigeons which, although at first glance looked all the same, were very different […]

Hold on!!

My dear old friend, You that never betray me, you that never lose a word of what I say and remember everything always, 
you that remind me the things I have to do and where I have to go,
 you that during the night listen to my fears and make yours my thoughts You, that […]

The Cement Bridge

One Saturday morning one of my friends and I were at Bugs’ house deciding what to do. As there had been speed boat and other in-board engine boat racing at Peaties Lake the day before, we decided to go. On those occasions there was always something interesting to see. It was a period during which […]

Is the Desert Really Lifeless?

Once, Bugs and I decided to go for a long drive since there was a three-day weekend coming up. Without a cloud in the sky, we jumped into Bugs’ old Renault and because it was Saturday morning, we had the full three days to spend for our trip. We decided to head South. After having […]

My School Life in a Convent

I am Dorothy but also known as Tinky and Hopsing. Today at the age of eighty I look back into the far past and share with my special friend Mauro some of my life experiences. I could possibly write a book but it would take a long time. I was eight years old when my […]

My Place of Dreams

During my troubled adolescence in South Africa, full of family arguments, uncertainties about the future and also the beginning of my illness, I often felt the desire to spend some time alone, far from everyone, to recharge my flat batteries. I got on my motorbike and at full speed like an arrow went here and […]

Summers of Sunshine and Water

We were extremely fortunate to have grown up in a country and city where the sun brought potential quality and opportunity to our young innocent lives. During most of my school life I lived in a city called Pietermaritzburg. It was also called “The sleepy hollow” because it was located in a deep valley surrounded […]

Chiavenna, Italy

Chiavenna, in the Province of Sondrio, Italy is a beautiful town high above the Como Lake and is surrounded by very high snow capped mountains. When we saw this place for the first time in the summer, to be exact the 2nd of August 2011, we were stunned by the beauty of the majestic mountains […]