ABSTRACT
Between 1994 and 1995, I lived in Cape Town, researching what was to become my family memoir. This was the first occasion in over thirty years that I had spent any protracted time in South Africa (for almost thirty I had not been able to go back). It was a wonderful year to be there. The best. South Africa’s democratic election was held in April of 1994, and, despite the fears of violence in the run-up, and even, possibly, civil war, the election had gone as smoothly and also as movingly as any election the world had witnessed.
