After all the terrible reports about Wilgenhof, I tried to remember anxieties and trauma from my years spent in Die Plek, but all that came to mind were flashes of fantastic parties, and particularly the weekend with Steffi – of course not the real Steffi Graf, my tennis was never good enough for that. I was completely and purposefully unaware of the world outside of Die Bos, where everything revolved around braaivleis, rugby, sunny skies and Wilgenhof, above all else.