Do I miss Cape Town? Often. it's getting cold and dark here. It's October and it feels like Cape midwinter, just not as wet. So I read the news daily to keep in touch. Today I read the Independent online at
A reward is being offered in connection with the murder of a 24-year-old Port Elizabeth man who was shot dead, while his girlfriend and a friend were hijacked, robbed and raped on Friday night in Claremont, Cape Town police said on Saturday.

As the group stopped at the corner of Grove Avenue and Grove Walk in Claremont, three men approached the vehicle and one of the suspects fired a shot at the driver fatally wounding him in the head. The three suspects drove off with the two female passengers to Khayelitsha where they tied both victims to a tree."

It is, if my memory works, a pleasant intersection, a quiet, tree-lined street a few blocks from the commercial centre of Claremont. One of the better parts of Cape Town. As a kid I rode a bike there. I have parked my car there. I have walked through there in rain and summer heat, going down to the shops on Saturday mornings and coming back in the afternoon, going to movies at dusk and coming home from gym in the evening. Often alone. Sometimes late at night. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad. I have walked through there more times than I can remember. Over 30 years. That dust is in my veins.

Do I miss that place? Not that much.