TuinejeDawn made its presence felt through the blinds. Deciding there was no point remaining horizontal despite the early hour, I lumbered out of bed, stiff from yesterday. I had scarcely slept. At the forefront of my mind, stuck on replay, was an image of the wall falling. How much wall had I lost? I didn't know. It may only have been a square foot but in the darkness that square magnified tenfold until I was buried beneath a great pile of rocks and rubble.
I showered and dressed and ate a simple breakfast of fruit and toast. The moment it was decent to do so, I phoned Mario. I hoped he wasn't religious because it was Sunday.
He answered on the third ring. I tried to keep the tone of my voice measured as I explained the collapse, but by the end of my explanation I was frantic.
'We must
