Back to walk down the street with guys who follow your trail asking you to give them something to justify their steps (are often hungry types, others with faces and, almost always, with serious alcohol problems); up to a new, empty bus because whites are using their cars and their minibus black; to feel the anger-producing real estate agents and their indifference and unwillingness to everything that is not your money; reacquaint yourself with lonely people, round head, who speaks only in the corners while holding his feet on the pavement; watch the sunset color hyena; greet people you do not know; the taste of pizza Posticinno; Wakame sushi ... I'm back at home "?
My arrival in South Africa first image left me with good memories and nostalgic finale. Johannesburg airport is filled with pictures of the World Cup; are three main: Mandela Cup; the current president Jacob Zuma with Casillas lifting the cup and the cup (I would put in that kiss the Carbonero, my tacky dot does not stay in Spain when I travel). I can not help walking back to my mind at that unforgettable moment that such party was living here (How much has changed this tournament, cost so many millions, this country? I know now, in my new).
Then, and in Cape Town, we discovered that we had forced the two suitcases. Someone had eaten Natasa Swiss chocolates brought in a friend and we have used the bags to send something to someone (enigmatic touch me like I'm giving to history). We found in our cases some empty bags were not ours and some remains of alarms shoes. When we went to complain to the company a happy girl told us "do not know what happened on this flight that is full of implications", as we drove to a waiting queue where five groups. It's funny, because last year in eight African countries (including South Africa) and a padlock with a suitcase I had no incidence.
They can be lovely and make you a big favor, but rarely cross the line moving.
After the airport was the street. As I said, cigars again ask you point blank not only the soles black, that also ask you snuff, in sushi bars and great views as Wakame, whites who seem to talk to your mirror (I acknowledge that I have a certain hobby, to me about the time, the high "class beautiful" South African).
But the worst is that we have had the same problem with the agency that we have hired the house. Basically, and a long story, We rented a house which cost us remove the dirt and they wanted me boxes previous tenant who has thrown for not paying the lock changed. I also had serious problems with the agency last year, to the point that when he was already in Namibia me back a deposit in which they had granted to the budget set the chronograph to zero microwave. Everything is done correctly, no fuss but with no close. There is a certain coldness in white South Africans do not understand. They can be lovely and make you a big favor, but rarely cross the line moving. If they come here not to sign any contract without checking either the house and demand to the last detail before entering. Outside, as it gets out of the city, everything looks perfect, but the important thing is knowing what's inside.
But not only have become turbulent times: has become the sensation of freedom, laughter at the wrong time and the enormous impact vital in this country and sometimes emotional. Tell an anecdote to provide an example. Was, evening, a wine tasting bar, Harryd’,with, of the Sea Point area when I go out to a huge boer (a closet of a hundred kilos as are many of them) carrying a bag with food. Is approached by a black guy, some drunk, trying to put sunglasses to anyone who moved. I, from near, I see the situation and I imagine the white giant send him to the black .... The guy listens and I think he hesitates. I think he is laughing. The Boer asks the black, smilingly, if you're hungry. The boy says yes. He then taught the bag with the freshly cooked chicken. The black laughs. Then, white cabinet gives the bag, are given an emotional hug and I leave the sunglasses vendor happy eating the chicken with your hands and squeeze in Boer in his car. I, Something excited, I: is good to be back.
