Masha du Toit

We’ve been living in Costa da Gama for about a year and a half now. It’s quite a change from Woodstock. For example, about a year ago, we found a small and unexpected hole in the roof above my writing room.

This was the hole before we patched it over.

We’d just had work done on that part of the roof and had inspected it thoroughly, and this was definitely a new hole. I suspected it was a bullet hole, partly because the taxi war in the area had been heating up and it’s not unusual to hear shots fired.

Well – today I found the bullet.

I found it behind the compost bin, next to the wall just  under where the hole had been. It must have gone through the roof, and then down the outside of the wall. If it had gone just 5 cm to the right, it would have come out into my writing room and gone through the budgie cage.

Just as well it didn’t.