Africa live with the death of a more natural that Westerners. For them death is the downstairs neighbor coming to ask for sugar. For us it is a breach in the sky that mercilessly out a demon or angel that comes to fuck the soul.
A poster, with a metal gate area shared cells (berths), in which there were always more bodies mattresses, explains the different menus that could be eaten in the criminal: Asians and mestizos (coloureds) were members of the group B; while Bantus (black) members of the Group C.
What would Mandela when he thought his life perhaps he was locked up this time in the plot of a hospital? Who and what does Mandela for South Africans? Can this crazy and impossible country without her figure? I speak of my impressions. This time I talk about my life in South Africa, I say as I understand Rolihlahla.