The Key to the Door 2

I was in a Brussels hotel and would be connecting to Heathrow in the morning.  I had taken a hotel towel and plugged the gap under the hall door and rolled a pleasant doobie, switching on the tv to see what was on.  And there they were, Nelson and Winnie hand in hand, walking down the road out of the prison.

I connected through to London, joined a South African friend named Tim in Tooting and considered my options.

Elder sister Jane was sailing at the time, and she had made noises that I might join the yacht in Gibraltar in the near future.

I didn’t have a return ticket to South Africa.

I could look for a job, being British by birth.

Why not return directly to South Africa now that this “Tata” was free and dedicate myself to Life in the New Apartheid Free South Africa?

 

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

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