Karin Brynard writes: There's a Trump in my cappucino

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Illustrasie: Paula Dubois
Illustrasie: Paula Dubois

In the face of gentrification in the small town where she lives, Karin Brynard gets more of a grasp on the madness that is Trump.

It’s early on a Saturday morning and I’m downtown in Stellenbosch, sitting with a cappuccino and an unopened newspaper, my thoughts adrift. Suddenly, a rather surprising word jumps into my head: solastalgia.

Holy mackarel, I think, where did that one come from? I peer down the row of coffee and curio shops lining the street, wondering what could have prompted it.

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