My father is going far away to an br inaccessible place near Zimbabwe, br I shall no longer be able to pop in br and check on him, shall be unable to br share and see the light-hearted mirth br of the baboon’s bully-beef tin br br Not able to watch André Rieu DVD’s br while gossiping about family, not able br hear him recalling Grandma Alice br nostalgically, recounting his youth when br he knew the local Mafia intimately, I had br better make a list of final questions br br I will record his answers before he br leaves - about his memories of our br childhood and his attempts to create br a better life for all of us, compare his br varying versions of recent history ac- br cording to mood, context and place br br I am going to miss him, sharing his br boyish enthusiasm for toys and fine br porcelain, drinking from a delicate br cup is like kissing a beautiful girl br he says with a wink – Oh, I am going br to miss him...