Letters
I’M WRITING this the morning after a sleepless night. I was up thinking of the flames racing across Table Mountain. It had destroyed historic buildings, priceless documents and parts of one of SA’s most famous universities.
It also resulted in the injury of four of the hundreds of firefighters trying to bring it under control. And as the notorious Southeaster picked up, so the flames seemed to leap with astonishing speed. With just a small shift or two, my home could be in its path.
