On December 23 1987 Barry Dwolatzky was told he had hairy cell leukaemia and less than a year to live. Luckily he survived the dire prediction and in 2020 used the enforced quiet of COVID to write the absorbing story about how he found himself unexpectedly lying in a hospital bed in London more concerned about the contents of his briefcase stashed under his bed than the prospect of his life ending in a few months. The mystery of the briefcase’s contents and his presence far from South Africa forms the pivot of much of his story.