Early on a Saturday afternoon in Ladismith in the Little Karoo, just after lunchtime, Llewellyn Volmink’s little body stiffened when he heard the adults screaming in terror. The truck full of farmworkers had just arrived. They climbed from the vehicle in dribs and drabs, grocery bags in their hands.   It was time to begin the weekend with bellies full of food and wine. It was time to forget the week’s hard labour, and all of life’s many problems. The midsummer heat hung heavy in the air. The farm’s ostriches lay languidly under wooden shading…..more