why you are black and I know ★ * • Why are you black and I white?
It is again time to provide you with reading material and new images. Time passes much too quickly and it has done in recent weeks very much.
good six weeks I have been here on the black continent and it feels as though I was never gone. Exactly one year I was here with Tony, oli and Phili on holiday, has limited time, Holiday Feeling, Time of luxury with euros in your pocket - so now I live here. Many thoughts go through my mind with ever since: Why I'm white and not black? Why was I born in Germany and not somewhere else in the world? Why then, we plan all about financial security, pension and future? Who says you must get almost 30 panic because the biological clock ticking? Why can not we just live in now, that's so wrong?
I have a life here can affect me, people have observed and also asked about their lives (so to have the best job at the bar). I noticed that people here always have a smile for one, that here there is a kindness to one another, to me as German sometimes embarrassing, is that the word stress does not exist here. How do people make it? Man would think that have enough money to have to worry about anything under the sun and living like King cheese. However, the opposite prevails here. Most have 3 jobs, work 6-7 days a week, have no security in terms of their future, yes, but take your time. Take your time each day a piece of life. It pays not to save, as it comes to bringing home enough money a month to pay the bills. Pension insurance, life insurance or savings agreement, these words do not exist here. Who knows what tomorrow, maybe you live garnciht even more. genießenDie people live in the now and really enjoying every minute. You learn quickly here that it is not much Money needs to be happy and satisfied. We learn here that you need time, time for family, friends and nature. It costs nothing to sit in the evening on the beach and watch the sunset to climb the morning of Lions Head and see the awakening of the city or simply just standing in front of Table Mountain and mother to admire nature and it costs especially not with people just time to spend. Sure it's nice when one has a little something to enjoy delicious sushi around times, or a sunset champagne cruise or to do just to sip a delicious cocktail in Camps Bay ... but these are always a few left over the edge and somehow now and then. Sometimes I think that people think their lives are only about the future, the security in the good life that they will at some point have time that's life these people miss. Does it really safer to always plan everything? What happens if the plan does not work at once, or what comes in between? PANIC!
I have to experience in the short time many impressions and intense moments. I have the luck to both white and black South Africans as friends. Both give me an insight into her life, a life which is by and large does not differ much, not in our generation and not in the social level in which I move.
The last 10 days were my parents to visit me for a while before I was afraid: WA you think of my life here? How do you take in my surroundings, people surrounded me and characterize it? What you said to us to settle down to my dream?
Now I look back on the time and really hit me in tears to the eyes. I showed my parents my Africa, you have completely integrated into my life here, so what have I started to like my dad would say now in the "hippie communes" Ashanti Lodge was quartered. It was a very emotionally intense time - for me personally one of the finest and most relaxing times I've shared with my parents. I have my dad has never been so relaxed, experienced open and funny. My mom has never been unbiased afferent what wives and girlfriends of my hand, and even men at my side :-). It was just a great time and most importantly for me, that my parents have agreed to it. Thank you mom and dad that you have not tried to convince me that you have wished me the best, and even supports my dream to live here. There were many moments where I sat that and was so proud of my parents. Thanks to you and of course my friends at home I am what I am that day. Domi would say now, no Veri that you are because you've dealt with you and every single day to question and work on you. Oh Domi, I miss our conversations, are a treasure! There
There are people who dream the first place, because that has to do with reality, then the people 'thinking long and then there are people who live their dreams.
This does not mean that the dream comes true, but only if you try do you know if it was worth it to dream, I try and I try hard - and if it creates one to live their dream, then the Veri :-)
what Bob Marley would sing now: "... do not worry about a thing, every little thing is gonna be alright ..."
A few updates on my life:
★ * • I live now in a great house with 2 other girls, right at the stadium, 5 min from the sea with garden and terrace
★ * • still working for 13 Rand (1 €) per hour in the "hippie commune," Ashanti Lodge
★ * • will enter into the next year of intensive "private tutoring"
★ * • now know the answer to my question why I'm not black and white
★ * • is now my hips sexy swing to hip hop
★ * • chocolate cake can bake
★ * • and am leaving next week a WV Beatle
A little interlude (such as Tiziano Terzani was writing now):
Absorbed in the words, phrases and thoughts that I am trying to arrange to write them down on my blog, it will ring at my front door. I expect someone? "Hello" I call on the porch, no one answers. It rings again. I go down to the gate to look at who's there. I open the door and a black woman stands in front of me. The first thought of me rushing through my head "Dodgie," she begins to tell your story ... I find myself thinking about it just to make the door and say "sorry I am busy, I do not buy anything " - STOP! What I write in my blog since just taking one time, Veri alright, you take you well no matter who stands before you, every person is worth the time. She tells me that she has a 6 year old daughter not to see only a hand that can move them and sells handmade leather wallet. I listen, thoughts whizzing through my head, and now? I look at the purses, I have to say, really very beautiful and above all creative design. "How much is one?" I ask her. "R50". Once again, the thoughts are in my head, 50 Rand - the equivalent of less than 5 € - not much money, but for the conditions here already! I think about '50 Edge, but I have 4 hours of work, "what now. "Sorry I do not have cash here in the house" would have been the easy answer, I would have closed the door and the woman would never be seen again. "Wait a moment" I answer her, go up to the house, look in my wallet and I see 120 Rand, my last money in cash. I wonder briefly tonight Rosas is a birthday, we want to go but what trinekn all together and eat. What now? I take the R100 out of my wallet go to the cabinet a pack of gummy bears grab (just fresh from my parents geschippert here) go back down to the gate open and as you might laugh at me. "I take two and Merry Christmas the Gummi Bears are for your daughter "She looks at me shocked, you get the tears, she hugged me and says only" God bless you, god bless you! "
I close the door, the stairs go to my Room and high feel this warmth to my heart - I am white she is black - together we are Africa and so it should be.
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Aloha my friends, enjoy the Christmas holidays, I slipped well into the New Year and Take your time! Your Veri
my new home
daddy santa claus
World Cup: Final Draft
Stellenbosch with mom and dad
Sunset Champaign Cruise
beautiful Cape Town
Ausflug nach Frenchhoek
Hugenotten Denkmal
Wine tasting and lunch with Mom and Dad lekka
my 2nd Ashanti Home
Jemaine, me, we are all Cal = AFRICA
Larissa (Austria), my Barchica + Haim (Israel), also moved
Matti My Boy, my Roomi for 6 weeks and my Herzel
Edith (Holland), together we can make it babe
black-> white color does not matter because
