For a whole six months, from late September 1968 until late March 1969, I lived and worked in this tiny town at the end of the world, squeezed in between two deserts, one watery, the other sand.
For me South-West Africa, now Namibia, was merely a staging post to earn enough money to get me back to Australia, and I never had the time to visit the nearby ghost town of Kollmannkuppe.
However, for another young German, whom I befriended there, it became "home" - see here.
"There, but for the grace of God, go I!"
