For my parents, Alan Jolly, Eve D’Aeth, Richard D’Aeth.

Thank you for having me.

And Chris McMullen,

who adopted the lands of my youth as his and therefore knows how to “get a robot,” how the direction “drive until the small donga that comes after the big one” on the road to Massite can be difficult, how coffins can fall off bakkies on the road between Centocow and Ixopo, and what happens when you drink mampoer in the Groot-Marico on your way to the Kalahari.