139 CHAPTER 16
Windhoek, Namibia, the present dayAnja’s phone rang. Reluctantly she put down Claire Martin’s report. It was Oom Otto.
‘Anja, are you coming to Joe’s? We’re all here.’
Anja checked her watch. She had been so engrossed in the letters that she had lost track of time. Only now did she notice that the sun had almost set. ‘Sorry, Oom Otto, I’m coming just now.’
Anja ended the call. As much as she liked her dear Uncle Otto she would much rather have curled up with a Tafel beer in her room and transported herself back to 1902 than make small talk with a bunch of foreign tourists.
However, her mother’s admonishments came back to her. She did need to get out more and cultivate a social life. Who knew, she mused as she collected her papers and trudged back to her room, perhaps sh
