Each time I journey back to Jozi it raises questions about my identity. How much does my upbringing have an influence on who I am as a person and who I want to be?
Each time I go back, I realise I have slightly changed. It gently creeps up on me over time. Lurking behind infinitesimal events. I can only measure the change by returning to where I grew up. The yardstick is how alien I feel in my hometown.
It amazes me that as much as things change some things forever remain the same. At 93 my Bobba probably has a better memory then me. She is stuck in time. A woman breathing in the air of 2016 but whose ideals and values belong to the 1900’s. She was born in 1923 in Latvia, Russia to be exact. To give you context, 1923 was the year Louis Armstrong was at the top of the charts, Time magazine was launched and women’s one piece swimming suits had just begun being worn. How much things have changed.