I once owned an old wood frame, corrugated iron house in Koperfontein, north of Cape Town. It had been built from a kit, manufactured in the USA, in the early 1800s, and was used by Boers in the Boer War. The house was invaded, seized by a mob. An estate agent had given them the keys. I called him up. He was obviously drunk. He shouted: "You fool! Wake up! Get real! I do this all the time!" OBSERVATION: We got the house back, but it was not through the law. It was through an act of God. Unfortunately, it had been trashed, and we were too jumpy to keep it. It was a great shock to us both.
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