A New Zealander in Basel, over twenty years ago

When our son Miles was about two or three years old, we went for a walk on a damp and gloomy autumn weekday. We lived in Kleinbasel at the time, and we crossed the Rhein at the dam. We hadn't intended to stop at the playground there, but we did. There were only two other people there: a woman and a child. It turned out the woman was from New Zealand. She had married a French-speaking Swiss man who was a letter carrier, and she was very homesick. I don't know what made me remember that woman today, but we never saw her again, and I wonder what happened to her. (Andrew Shields, #111Words, 21 September 2024)