He crosses the corridors of his offices in Ellis Park in Johannesburg with a shuffling step, as if his legs could no longer carry his immense carcass.
Then he crushes your hand with his lion's fist, planting his clear gaze straight in your eyes.
Rudolf Straeuli, 59, has the exhausted body of old rugby fighters but his presence still imposes.
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