The last of Jimmy

I’m afraid I’ll forget, but before I do: The scars that Jimmy (the red cat from Small World in Harare) gave me on my right hand, just before us leaving have almost faded. The last physical evidence of our being there has almost disappeared.
True, next week, or maybe the week after, our statues should be at the Port of Rotterdam. But I’m stressing the word ‘should’.

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