‘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
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 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