Quick memories. A "note to self" sort of post.

South Africa haunts my dreams.
Cape Town calls to me softly in the night.
I see my neighborhood vividly, afraid to lose the precious memories of spring there.
The train station near my house, the bricks that made up the small waiting house, the steps, the shop, Military Rd.
The "Free Palestine" mirror coverings on the Toyota parked at that house that always seemed to be in the process of being renovated.

The sounds, the smells, the memories live somewhere in my mind and as though they've died, I'm afraid to lose them.

Table Mountain, the view from the end of  24 Powell Road.

I don't want to let them slip away.

Violence in South Africa

New York Times article about the beating death of a man in the Gauteng Province.

I am currently reading a crime novel set in Jo'burg and it's shocking to me how much of the global perceptions about South Africa pertain to the violence there.

More on this to come. But if you've got the time, please read the article linked above.