Last week, I sank into depression. One moment I was there and then I was gone… into a smudgy flow that carried me like a coffin towards fire disasters. My mind burned in the Great Knysna Fire – so much loss; how Government failed us whilst lying how good they were; how they threatened me; and that, without justice, life-saving lessons may never be learned, and thus destruction repeated. On that first day, I awoke octogenarian friends who’d been unaware of their neighbour’s house aflame a few metres from their … Read the full article…