Discipline of Freedom
He was tall. You had to look up to him. His hand, when you shook it, reminded you he had once been a boxer, and, differently, that he and his fellow prisoners had been put to breaking rocks in the lime quarry on Robben Island.
He was tall. You had to look up to him. His hand, when you shook it, reminded you he had once been a boxer, and, differently, that he and his fellow prisoners had been put to breaking rocks in the lime quarry on Robben Island.