Brakenstroom is a book of short stories about people I knew in the town of Potchefstroom, South Africa. In a few of the stories, I have combined two even three stories into one. Some of the stories, like the story of Tzippie, may seem over the top, and unreal, but the story truly happened, exactly as written. The Doctor in the mental institution was my Uncle, and he told us the story.
The story of the child prostitutes was told to me by a magistrate I played golf with. The story of the diamonds vanishing by a Houdini trick also truly happened. Dasser was my grandfather, and Meish, the father of a friend, who told me his story when we walked on Muizenberg beach. So, give the book a read and enjoy.
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Leonard was born Leonard Francis Sandler, in the same nursing home at the top of Berg Street that David had been born in and which, at that time, was the only respectable nursing home Brakenstroom had. His parents were originally from Russia, lured to the gold fields of Johannesburg as stories of Africa’s riches filtered through the ghettos of Europe.
Leonard’s father, Solomon, after eventually arriving in Johannesburg, soon realised that a growing city needed bookkeepers, and so applied his knowledge to auditing other peoples businesses. He worked hard, the hours spent pouring over accounting books giving him the stooped scolitic back and chronic myopia that on his tall thin frame, offered a portrait of the Scrooge circumstances had made him. His miserliness lasted until he had saved enough money to buy a small farm in the Brakenstroom district where he began speculating in cattle. With his shrewd business sense, something Leonard never inherited, he became very successful and very wealthy.
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French
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Translation in progress.
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Eva Romero Lozano
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