While you're listening to this podcast, I'm causing mischief.

Like creeping past sleepy granddad to sneak a pot of Petty Faloo from the fridge.

Because Petty Fal Lou fuels the mischief.

Boom!

Mom says that Petty for Lou is made with calcium and vitamin D for healthy bones. She knows best, most of the time.

Fueling mischief with petty flu. It is the 7th of June 1893 and a young immaculately dressed lawyer walks through the city of Durbin towards the station.

He's just arrived in South Africa to work for a major businessman,

and today he's traveling 300 miles to fight a case in the town of Pretoria.

As he walks, another commuter swears loudly as he passes him on the pavement.

But the lawyer is too preoccupied by the complex case ahead to think anything of it.

At the station, the train is waiting.

He finds his carriage, first class, as befits a London trained barrister.

He settles down in the wood-paneled compartment as the engine begins to pull.

Through his window, the sun sets over the valley of a thousand hills.

The rivers turning deep red before darkness falls.

It's winter in Natar. deep red before darkness falls.

It's winter in Natar, as cold as it gets in this region.

The lawyer reads through papers, trying not to think about past failures in court. This is a fresh start for the 23-year-old,

though he's had to leave his growing family thousands of miles away. The train stops at Peter Moritzburg and a white middle-aged

passenger opens the door to the compartment. The lawyer smiles politely, but the man only scowls, slams the

compartment door and disappears down the corridor. A few minutes later, the train hasn't moved off.

Now a guard bursts him, accompanied by the aggrieved passenger and demands to see the lawyer's ticket.

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