Well, I’m sure that many people have different definitions of what a hero is, and in most cases we see it in the context of war. Erm, if I had to think of the people who I consider heroic in my life, I would think of people who do things, erm, that we can learn from and things that give us inspiration for how we can react in times of pressure and times of crisis. Erm, and in that sense my father is probably one of my big heroes. Erm, he wasn’t famous, erm, although he travelled internationally and, erm, he achieved a fair high degree of success in his job. He was actually born, erm, not in poverty, but he was born in a mud brick house in the Kalahari, erm, in a family of farmers, sheep farmers, erm, living in the desert. And when I was a young man he told me – and he didn’t tell me this as a lesson really, he was just telling me about something that mattered to him – he told me that his father had once explained to him that a person, a man or a woman, should want no more in life than the satisfaction of being able to rest with their head on a stone. And it sounds perhaps a bit clichéd but I do think, erm, my father actually believed in that, erm, and lived by that. Now what did he do? Well, he was a human rights activist. Erm, his job was mainly to help people who were confronted, erm, by social injustice in one form or another. So, in a way he – he did fight wars, but he didn’t fight his wars with weapons, he fought his wars with words and public opinion, information and at times, erm, the legal system.