He lost his girlfriend… He was an Afrikaans boertjie on a farm just outside Mossel Bay.
He went to visit her in the Netherlands and asked her to marry him. The night of their honeymoon they both had one glass too many and she slept with the wrong guy…truly it was an accident.
He ran away far out of the city with his only best and last friend, his violin… Like they say, nothing breaks like the heart.
