I usually select a house at random. I never know who will open the door or what awaits me once inside. On this occasion it was Michael. We talked a lot that day. We spoke about the war and how it impacted our lives. We spoke about life after apartheid and there shaping of mind and heart. We spoke about our families, football and kids. We discovered the similarities in our differences, and the existence of an unexpected camaraderie. The Crags, Tsitsikamma Coast, South Africa.