Boy I like living in Durban. Part 2.
The cop with the sideways cap and gold teeth with crossed arms slouching stared at me. I stared at him too. Then they all left in a taxi with their police van still in the unloading zone. I wonder if anyone else at the airport felt as safe as I did.
My friend was late to pick me up. We only saw six robots not working on the way home.
There was a sign posted by the municipality on our gate saying that the power would be out from 10 to 5 on Friday. My friend asked what the sign said. “It says our gate will be unlocked Friday so come on in anytime between 10 and 5,” I said.
This morning on the way to work a guy in a BMW gave a bum R10. His sign had glitter on it and said: “Destitute. Shelter R10.” I wonder how many shelters he’ll be able to stay in tonight. The guy in the Aston Martin kept his windows up.
At night we sit on the porch and talk about a lot of things that don’t matter. Sometimes we talk about things that do. Once, a friend told me something that was pretty deep. I don’t remember what it was but it made me feel like I knew an important secret. I like feeling like that.
