Just a few hours into this world, this life, here are four images of little Tom Tjasink, in his proud father's arms.
We were standing in our garden one evening, not long after we'd moved in. There were birds in the high branches of the tree that stands outside our wall, on the street. "They look like lovebirds," I said. "But they can't be. You don't get lovebirds in Johannesburg." But they looked like lovebirds, so I [...]