Despite being kicked in the teeth regularly, South Africans have superior discontent, writes Helena Wasserman.
Recently, I received another marker of being depressingly middle-aged: an invitation to my 30-year matric reunion WhatsApp group.
As I scrolled down the list of my classmates, it was striking that more than a fifth of our year group have emigrated. There are now more people living in London than who stayed in our sizeable hometown of Pietermaritzburg. I'm sure the proportion is much higher at richer, posher schools - ours was immensely advantaged in the apartheid era, in the sense that it got an unjust share of taxpayer money at the expense of black schools, but the families who attended were mostly middle class.