we always meet on the street at night. we give each other a few words that never end up as a conversation. I hand over a few ciggies... that is all i can offer.
on the other side of this brick wall aka documentary, is the 'urban force', they can offer more. these exceptional people that i basically just follow around are passionate about their operation and our inner city. But some nights, as with tiny, they fail me. i say 'me' cause i guess i have become just as much a part of this operation as any other individual.
from congo to jeppe street, tiny smokes my ciggies, but human development (part of the urban force) discard him as i would my cigarette butt. Throwing him from jeppe to immigration - no eye contact...he is left AGAIN, they think he is a tokoloshi. all he repeats as he stares at me is "i miss you"...not me...but someone
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Those of us who live on the other side of the invisible wall really have no idea of what happens in our city. Fights in Northern suburbs bars and who broke up with who are our backdrop - thank you for letting me look over the wall.
sjoe
Damn that's harsh
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