Every now and then, at the top of an electric pylon in the midst of a snowy landscape, against a cold, biting wind Dino Giuffrè stops. Sadness descends upon him and he starts to think.
Nou en dan, bo-op 'n elektriese paal in die sneeu en wind, stop Dino Giuffrè, en hy word treurig, en hy dink daaraan