I live in a small community in South Africa. Community or “ubuntu” is an important concept in the culture here. Everyone pretty much knows everyone. I know some. Everyone knows me.
I have to consciously remember not to be a miserable Londoner... avoiding eye contact, definitely not greeting strangers, walking fast... all this I must now forget so as not to cause offence.
I quite like it. But not when I’m running late which is frequently, because then it is very hard for me to have the time to enquire after someone, their mother and their grandfather’s dog. But I do anyway – a short short version.
I’m still playing chase the visa. I wish I could say it’s been fun. But it hasn’t. And it’s not. But I will have a huge party if the illusive visa comes to me. Everyone’s invited!
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