"It doesn't come off easily," Elias remarked, handing him the wooden swallow. "I know," Pieter whispered.
Hennie looked at the fire. "Because here, I am not a 'case file' or a 'demographic.' Here, I am the man who planted that lemon tree when it was a twig. If I leave, the tree forgets who gave it water. And a tree that is forgotten dies of thirst, even in the rain." athol fugard
When the bus finally groaned to a halt, a young man stepped out. He wore a suit that was too heavy for the heat and carried a briefcase like a shield. He looked at the vast, empty sky and shivered. "Grandfather," the boy said, standing before Hennie. "It doesn't come off easily," Elias remarked, handing