And when finally I did get back to Mauritius, yearning to get over the homesickness I’d suffered in England, and when I tried to settle down, I couldn’t. I hated the place. I loathed Mauritius [], and when I looked around the place, it was full of hostile people and I felt lonely. I wasn’t Mauritian at all. Everyone was strange and unknown to me. I felt like a fish out of. I felt miserable. Again, miserable. I looked out of my bedroom window in Katborn and saw a bamboo hedge, and a depression, a tropical depression, settled on to me and my whole being.



