I arrived to live in Cape Town by overnight train. Too far to visit growing up, it was a story of a city with a mountain like a table, vineyards, beautiful beaches and District Six. A city struggling with gangsterism. With drugs and poverty. I studied at the University of Cape Town (UCT) and lived in a building modelled after those in Oxford. Ivy covered walls. Beneath Devil's Peak. Little Moscow on the hill. Cape Town triggers warm feelings in me. Friendship. Growth. Potential. It also triggers discomfort, where division is visceral. Where hope is needed. Where hope exists.