kura per note

something like; 'the building that makes me want to cry'
down town JHB, end street, so many things happening at the same time - other lives, other deaths. at the top of buildings, on the first floors, inside and outside are divided; differences played out between floors; the building opposite from august, its dark at night. for the young kinois, the yound men from kinshasa, jhb is the so called minitiature united states; you dont change that dream. you dont change your dream team; your winning team; all those who, in kin, dream of Europe find their refuge, their consolation in JHB; for most of them jhb is trouble. For some its better;

the buildings - from your 3rd floor, from the high point, the sounds reach you - all of a sudden the ambulance, the police, gun shots.. those sounds are foreign. On the ground, the pavement, you can buy, drugs, guns, women, its 100% shopping. what do I know?

no contact with people; no smiles; mistrust; bisso na bisso te – people follow there own paths; your passwords for entering the building - open/close/ limited access. where are we?

oh and - the north: sandton, saxonwald, montecasino - the northern bunker, 100% bunker; 660 watts electric fencing just for the tsotsies; gzzzzzzzk;

we don’t know where we are going but we are going anyway;