Dispatches of a Nomad #7: Never Comprehend

South Africa celebrated Human Rights day on the Monday of my seventh week in Cape Town. Though it meant nothing for me and I would have to work for my American clients, Tristan closed his office, lounged on my terrace and sipped gin. In some respects, it was the pinnacle of domestic bliss as I made him lunch and an ocean breeze floated through my flat. As I cleared the plates, I leaned over his lounge chair from…