1918. No end in sight, when you were born, to the Great War; no signs, yet, of the sudden collapse of Germany and the coming Armistice. A fitting birth, perhaps, in a time of world conflagration, for the child who would become the man who would symbolise the end of apartheid, and loom so large
An old friend and colleague from South Africa sent me a link, this morning, to a commemorative page put out by the Nelson Mandela Foundation, where she had worked for a time. I wrote back to say how much I wished I could be there, to share in the tears and laughter and the celebration.