Compendium half-seriously to the knowledge of the city of Johannesburg and the South African people.
Jozi, 29-30 June and 1 July
It Was Me On That road
But You Could See Me
Too many lights out, But nowhere near here
What Else Is There?, Royksopp, The Understanding album
Compartments ponds
Winter is an Italian spring. A beautiful spring style eighties, in which March was crazy, sweet sleep in April and May was the month of roses.
If this is winter I want to subcontract to the latitudes of Turin.
Fresh dry, zero rain, and above all, a lightweight sweatshirt worn more for care than necessity.
all while spending their days sipping Shiraz in South Africa a few beers and a few safe areas of the mall.
glittering display cases, prices for tourists, fashionable restaurants and wide smiles.
pure fiction, while the rest of Joburg the reality is quite different.
Many people walk for no apparent reason. A lot of poverty.
And life goes on as the safe areas in a TV commercial.
We live in watertight compartments: climb into a taxi, go down, you enter a mall, you go out, take a taxi and go home.
Prices
As with any big event, prices tend to rise. The restaurants, however, are very honest. With 300 rand * you are eating meat or fish of high quality in a restaurant, sipping local wines (great discovery!) At well honest. With 25 rand
drink a beer bottle in the fashion district of Sandton. A liter of gasoline costs 8 rand and a few cents. A stamp costs 5 rand.
The Times costs 2 rand.
Then there is the downside. With 300 rand to be paid yearly school education of a child in elementary school.
rand * 100 = about 10 € (9 € for the accuracy and few cents)
Saudade
Just a few days now. Seem endless.
There are small moments of pleasure, those days are always the same change in perspective.
friends.
A beer drunk in Piazza Vittorio. A walk under the arcades of Via Po
A coffee bar. The expenditures by the friends of the fruit.
A hug given, before you leave, who really counts.
A kiss.
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