It was in 1956 when my grandmother first landed on South African soil. As she explains it, there is no word based description that could describe the raging storm of that night. For any 22 year old young lady, this first experience of a new surrounding was daunting and frightening. Having come from a strong catholic and Italian origin, my grandmother was simply over whelmed, having taken her first steps out of the only country she knew and having taken them by herself. It was only a few days ...


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