The small prison cell South Africans create in the middle of our minds
Our fear of crime is part of the baggage with carry with us when we head overseas
I am on the small Greek island of Milos at the moment and the chap who lives in the next house is named Christos. I met him when he brought around a gift of fine white grapes that he'd harvested from his own vines, dewy and wet and decorated with a sprig of three vine leaves.
Christos has a nice villa with a good garden overlooking the periwinkle-blue bay of Adamas. The economy has been hard on him, as it has been hard on all Greeks, but he's philosophical about it. He has a room on his property that he rents out to visitors, and that's helped him through the lean years...