December 2016

When reading through the story of my mother Sophica, and also the one of my father Herman, you are occasionally diverted. The diversions take you years later, to the time of my own childhood or my youth. You then read a story within a story, a future within a past, saturated with contemplation about the nature and behaviours of individuals and of certain life conventions. Readers are welcome to share their own experiences here, comment, ask, answer, or just open a discussion.


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