The Big Beautiful Joke

‘I have discovered a man, fitting his name, age and description. Living in Bristol before creating a family in London,’ the Genealogist tells me.

The whole world has become one

big,

beautiful

joke.

In which everything returns to the start over and over again.

As a family we randomly came to Bristol when I was seven. Yet My South African great grandfather worked and lived in the very same streets I worked and lived in. 

This is one of the those weird arse moments, where the start and the end are the same thing.

And it all make sense.

*This is a photo of my Grandfather and Uncles

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