
No-one is born to write, maybe scream, that is quite natural from birth. We are forced to write, by parents, teachers, bosses, and then one day you realize that writing is not so bad. You are past 40 then, and missed out on all those opportunities to capture the moment. What language, is the next conundrum to solve? English is a natural choice with the world all polluted with it; my first conversation in this language occurred when I was 24. It was a job interview in Middelburg. I grew up in Bloemfontein, and to this day, English did not progress that far into the South African heartland. Fortunately, rebellion against use of such a foreign tongue was dismissed by regular paychecks, and this language is no longer my biggest concern.
Only thing missing then is a story. All of us have experiences and create memories as we observe the world. Years later a vague memory of an event looses it's grip on your imagination, and it slips into nothingness. I find these publications a comfortable way to keep in touch with my reality and cement the memories of the moment. I hope you find enjoyment in my experiences. What are yours?
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