I see table mountain, every morning, while taking a shower in my beautiful Victorian house.
I look at table mountain while sunbading on one of Cape Towns stunning beaches.
I see table mountain when I leave my house and get in my car to go to work.
I stare at table mountain when I drive back into town after a nice weekend gettaway.
I see table mountain while sipping some of my colourful cocktail.
I look at table mountain every day I leave work and go to the Pick & Pay to buy dinner or when I'm on my way to the bottle shop..
I see table mountain while spending too much money on one of the city's shopping streets.
And I saw the same table mountain when I visited the townships Guguletu and Khayalitsha. The people living there - in their shacks made from tin or cardboard - see the same mountain as I do. Unfortunately their prospects are completely different. They might never see the mountain from 'my' view... That is harsh to realise...
sorry, hier dus.
Ik zag hem ook
van elke mogelijke hoek
en in elk denkbaar licht
Ik zag hoe hard hij was, en genadeloos.
Ik zag ook hoop en overlevings drang in de ogen van de mensen die omheen wonen.
De berg is oud.
Ouder dan de mensen.
de berg is sterk, de mensen zijn sterker.
Samen maken zij een nieuw leven.
Samen zullen zij rond de tafel zitten en hun problemen oplossen.
Ooit
Posted by: peer | June 15, 2006 at 04:53 AM