Dowwe Dolla’s grandma comes from Garies and like most people from that part of the world she’s a formidable woman. On the Knersvlakte you don’t grow up with the luxury of talking in euphemisms. Grandma has already buried two husbands, although the neighbours suspect the last one just fell asleep. Her granddaughter now works in the city, and Grandma visits now and again, only to realise that “tact” is not one of her strong points.