# Tragic
There are times when I'm homesick, and times when I'm not. Ronwen and I met through mutual friends at a club called Jamies in Durban. It was a stomping ground and meeting place for many of Durban's alternative types. I spent many weekend nights at Jamies while working on an extended project in Durban. It was a really cool venue, big airy old building near the beachfront. I made many friends there, many happy memories.
It was run by Jamie and his wife Mary, who lived in a closed-off section at the back of the club. Last weekend Mary was shot by robbers, and her two daughters spent the night trying to comfort her while she bled to death.
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