I crossed paths with many people who were far from home, due to their service to the empire or to missions. Thus "songs of homesickness" were often heard, although I myself never felt as homesick as when I got home. One of my favourites, which I learnt word for word as a child, is A Scottish Soldier: "But fair as these green foreign hills may be, they are not the hills of home." OBSERVATION: I find that this is something that my own people cannot fully understand, while it seems quite common in other cultures: to be bonded to one's land and the land of one's people. I took the photo of green(ish) hills in my Karoo parish.