how I felt when at first my son did not recognise us at all. I felt like my heart had just been cut by half, and then something almost miraculous happened: after some days at his bedside, his brother started singing a tune they were all familiar with. It was the voice, his brother's singing voice, that brought him back to us: he turned around, and exclaimed: 'Oh, bra Doug, when did you arrive here?' "Douglas ran towards me, telling me my son's memory was coming back. [. . ."]
from The Times, South Africa: The random return of a poet's life
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