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many eventful days behind me and only now can publish again what about it because our Internet is down for a few days. Quite annoying, but now it's all wieder.So we are in any case last Saturday evening, for example, Marumo gone to a party in Mendlyn, a richer suburb of Pretoria. The party was thrown by embassy interns, in a really crass house with pool, etc. live. Accordingly, it was the audience - young people from the various embassies (German, Italians, Danes, etc.) and employees of the GTZ, a high-gloss-development organization. Direct contrast we had on Sunday, as we have done it again with Marumo, in the bed of his pickup truck, a smaller city tour and went to Marabastad, a innerstaedtischen Township Pretoria. There are also shelters, home to Nicholas from Mozambique (who is also a bit PCM at work) and many of the SOCA boys. For me, these two contrasting places quite significant for the one hand is so interesting, on the other hand, so sad contradiction in this country. So most probably I have not felt in Mendlyn party, it was somehow so very different world ... One must however realize that I have the special lucky, by both the PCM one, but to also experience the other South Africa.

Marabastad

In our city tour we also went to the Union Buildings, relatively impressive government building on a hill overlooking Pretoria, from where you have a great view over the city. However, I can not understand this at all, why there is still a huge statue of one of the co-inventor of apartheid. Since this system is actually no longer exists (at least officially), I find it rather perverse to devote to the despot is still a monument.

Marumo and views from the Union Buildings

I also have intense that the death of a quite different role in everyday life in Germany. Since my arrival, had already found several burials take place around me and somehow, it confronts us all the time with it. I now use just Gladwin, one of the SOCA helper, as an example, for he told to me recently that "again," a cousin had died and therefore he can not for the meeting - but he was trying to suppress because he did not "just another" want a funeral. I am now trying not to explain why this is so, but that is somehow struck me totally, not only in Gladwin.

The abortion advertisements in the City are also very beautiful strange, because it is advertised for "100% safe" abortions that do not hurt, and quickly go from estates with names like "Dr. Miracle" or " Dr. Gift is performed "- cost: about 15 €. The same "doctors" often provide relief from the evil spirits who sent one of his enemies have the effect of test results or Penisverlaengerungen ("We make your penis strong and powerful!") to Kraeuterbasis. Since I'll probably stop by sometime soon;) No longer funny, but bad, I think, however, that these so-called "Herbalists" treat AIDS / HIV and is promised to the leaflets healing. By the way: In Pretoria every fifth HIV-infected, the true figure is probably higher. No wonder that people try to make capital of it ...

The Feast workshops in the last week were indeed very good, which is primarily directed at the expert speakers, but this time I'm on several occasions been short in front of disengagement; a few examples? According to some of the SOCA helpers work "African time" as follows: If I think I was too late, I'm too early. Clock 12 is also 11 or clock. works in practice, the "African time" then so that we set a meeting on 10 clock and Given (my boss!) eintrudelt by 12 clock. Another time we had to urgently meet with clock by 13 competition venues, I was at the hairdresser's before and since has taken so long, I only came at half past one out there. Then I am still running and I arrived at about 13.45 clock with a totally bad conscience - only to discover that I was the first. If one then realized that somehow nobody has any idea what's going on, the People not deny each other or just chill and all exaggerated much emphasis on discussion and evaluation will be realized by the results but only a fraction ... then one wishes but sometimes the German "smugness" back, because there simply can take strength and nerves, and slows down the morale of my colleagues, my initial SOCA (also a bit naive) euphoria. In part, it is also very relaxed, working like this. With an emphasis on part!

The actual Feast on Saturday was quite funny, it was musikbuehne, performances of traditional African dance groups from the townships of Pretoria, many Essensstaende and the March of the clowns in the we all in Clownskostuem and makeup (I looked so ridiculous!) have moved through the city, dancing and singing and have made with the people party. The chaos of the previous days I'm just escaped, as I am much hung out with my homies from the SOCA and easy as possible have worked little. But since we already 6 clock in the morning as had to be to build and have come about by 9 clock home in the evening, I was already quite dead

Nevertheless, we went then to a black private party of HBee, has informed the type of Pantsula Dance. I've driven the car since I've already made my PCM internal driving test and must borrow the available car. Save is he who can Fabi in the left. The party was fun, a tiny apartment with about 40 people in it (which I knew almost all of the SOCA), there was much dancing and drinking and a little ghetto was it. From the surroundings and if you stop looking out the window, you could see cars where people have rumgetanzt, they heard police sirens and I'm feeling kinda in a completely foreign environment. Geil wars but in any case.

After that we then went to a bar two blocks away, where the first time I've experienced racism in their own body. We were only three white (me and two of the new Volunteerinnen), otherwise only blacks. Many of them drunk, many anti-social. Then, when our companions had disappeared at once (they would get money - without telling us in advance notice), a few lousy comments came from the guy. Among other things, "I'm more educated than your father," I still can take with humor, but when I wanted to pennant a babbling type, the bar / area is "for black people only" and has made abundantly clear that we are not welcome in that it is pseudo-threat running around behind us, my situation was not relaxed significantly. In any case, I now know how to feel racism. Pretty shit namely!

Then something to solo (the boy, about whom I've written in the last long post): I recently by accident its speed Tattowierung - BTF for "Bone Thugs Familee" - seen and when I approached him on it, he still has a little bit about what this tells time. That he was drogenahaengig and criminal, I knew already, but that it was properly organized in an armed gang and shot several times at people (!!!), was new to me. While he may have killed anyone because he has the people, "only" injured, but a potential murderer because he is so still. But as he simultaneously looks so soft and balanced, it is funny to hear such things from him. But apparently he has been able to actually change in recent months as far as he was doing. A crazy story I think it is in any case.

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Now I'm still a second biography like this in store, but is still many times longer and more pronounced. In the Potter's House, the PCM own shelter, so live some ex-prostitutes. One now has something of her autobiography to a stack of paper written and would like to have now been typed. At the time I was in the office and then she told something directly, about her life on the road. Without now be in detail, I take a short time together, which made it that gave everything of themselves. Born in Cape Town in a relatively bourgeois relations, she lost her parents at the age of seven. From aunt raised it with friends then went to Johannesburg, where she soon slipped into Rotlichtmillieu. First, it has set as a dancer, then worked as a stripper and a bunch of money earned, they will (initially weed, then cocaine, then heroin) in drug. Eventually, she was a prostitute then to get four children, was raped, beaten and abused by the number of heroin and was complete at the end. She has experienced real perversions, for example, there was a guy, the prostitute's breasts cut off has to use them for any sorcery (see "Dr.Gift"), she tells of her rape by the feeling that a gun on his temple to have and how it hurts bleeding and has somehow managed to hospital. Eventually they get over in their exit by failing to announce to Christianity and with this newfound belief in God eventually landed here at PCM. Finally, it has motivated me to get more women to speak through the gospel of the road so that they can also go their way out of trouble. After this conversation I had in any case first run through two cigarettes in a row ...

Back to more pleasant things: About the lack of social contacts, I can not complain, constantly I get to know new people and it's usually really funny, for example, last Sunday, "Braaien", ie crickets in our house in the Salvokop German girl from Oppikoppi and some of our black friends. The only problem is that many friendships are usually very superficial and sometimes you have the feeling that the foreign origin / skin color under circumstances so many barriers in respect of the right is getting to know. So people simply imply here with white skin color, that one has a bit more money and therefore often scrounge a total embarrassment. My Pali Stoles constantly as do all have, not "I could please," but "give me". This can be quite annoying, but it could not be generalized. So I have such as Zee (Zizile), which made the poetry workshop for the SOCA, someone acquaintance with whom I can talk really well. So it's only ...

Sven is from Zee and I re-designed

I also got from the SOCA girls now missed an African name, "Kabelo", that is about a gift. Of which I am actually called so, my assimilation proceeds inexorably away so! Generally, there are quite a few topics that I can still "at home" feel as at home, for example, the constant dancing and singing, the fact that hip-hop (among other African Kwaito and stuff) is most heard, so I was now stated many times that I "a black man trapped in a white man's body "and that I can dance better than most guys - even if you're a white boy" As I said, the assimilation

About my work I can only report that it is now!.. really go. The last few weeks have been so completely dedicated to the Feast preparation and were therefore hectic and "abnormal". I've already talked to my boss Kathy and long term it will probably look like that I have two mornings a week at Inkululeko ( Kindergarten / Preschool and support of kids in Salvokop work), two mornings in Akanani (the Homeless Street Centre in Pretoria Central) and is otherwise primarily responsible for the SOCA. So Promotion, teach and especially the Infrastructure, manage the non Given luxus. This all sounds very good because I getting out beautiful then in the projects and in the evening can make the Outreaching. I just hope that it will go as planned ...

In PEN, a partner organization of PCM, one can allegedly prove Sesotho courses, I think I will do so. Because only words to learn in the long run not very productive, especially when you learn Sesotho and Zulu, and possibly other languages mixed up. I get mixed up in any case already a little bit and I have therefore to decide what I'm learning slowly. As I said, Sesotho will organize probably the easiest, most people also speak in Sesotho Pretoria. But this whole tribe is tooting really quite confusing because there is no visual difference, but if you listen to the people here so we noticed there already a nasty tribal pride. I feel as Bayer me of course in this local patriotism felt well;)

Salvokop (here I am living currently)

On Homesickness is not to think anyway, but there is far too much to do. However, it is a bit weird, the developments at home - thank you Jo for the info - mitzubekommen from a distance. And in the case of the case, I'll give me a round of "We Are Who We Stay." U know what I mean ...

The kids from Salvokop

Finally, a greeting to my dear sister. Wanted to bring only a short expression, that it all sounds pretty interesting what you reported about your English test adopted country and I am glad that you are up there so well feel like I am here!

greeting and kisses from the far south,
Fabi

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just got such a small child from the Potter's House (the Frauehaus next door) to me. Full sweet, but totally filthy clothes and face, broken socks, so look out for a walk, the toes forward, etc. - containing just neglected. That is bad. Sven has a child then two pieces given chocolate, then it is evaporated happy.
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Piiiz,
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I am on the PCM, my first day off in Pretoria and just enjoy the fact that I take the opportunity to time "blogging" again. ..

The last week was working technically very pleasant. Little flyers for Feast, "work" but especially in the SOCA. The quotation marks are intentional, because great deal of work was not before. ? I just hung in there and with each class scheduled Given other things that you can still do it. The classes were "Musical Theatre", "Poetry" and "Music". "Musical Theatre "is a scheduled mix of song, theater and dance, in which I seemed to me sometimes a bit strange." Poetry "was interesting because we have made an open mic session. They then ran down so that each recited his poems added (in English, but also in Zulu, Sesotho and other languages) and Sven has to be unpacked his entire repertoire of melancholy melodies on the guitar. This led to an atmosphere that was quite touching and the attending amateur poets in part, the tears in the eye When I drove has sometimes had to perform, I did my part of "Love Is" gespittet him and then translated in English -.. they could feel it and I respect where ham Eloquent gos international, baby ... "Music" was primarily of common singing and I'm gone down mercilessly course:) But it sounds damn cool even if you then as a spontaneous glee (in Sesotho) is singing along. Since nothing is rehearsed, but simply losgesungen and slapped it and it sounds really great.

Given and I

As great as the rueberkommt everything now, but it is not: The main problem with the SOCA is namely that it's all very aimless, that almost all kids from the Leratohaus come (Girls at risk), guys from the shelters of Akanani (Homeless Aid) and Friends of Given and his aides in the classes and Given that it is not the number get to design a real time curriculum. Instruction is also no such, because it is quite sung without concept, dance, music and so on. For the kids and young people who come out, although it is funny in any case like this and it has created a genuine community, but to make a (semi) professional School Of Creative Arts, it needs more! If I want to bring inside as a little structure and enable especially new people, must in any case, some are changed. But we'll see what happens there ...

Then I need to mention one more thing that impressed me stark: I have so many friends in Germany who have a different skin color or any other As unexpected divorce from optically 08/15-Deutschen. However, I never realized how uncomfortable can feel like that sometimes. Not that I have problems here because of my skin color would have, but it's weird how the fact from the outset is in a different position, for example because you're the only white in a SOCA-Class.
What is also noteworthy, however, is that I, the longer I am here less and less at all perceive the skin color of a person. Sounds pretty exaggerated, but is actually so ...

are then two new volunteers arrived yesterday, one lives with me in Salvokop - I am no longer so alone. We are then in the evening to a free jazz concert the roof of the Pretoria State Theatre's gone, which was really cool because all the volunteers and the entire crew of the School Of Creative Arts have celebrated. When the concert was over went to a club on the road all the time was sung, made party and solos from Jo'burg (which I like to write something) was rapping with me. The response was so great, because after a short time, all zugehoert and celebrated. Eloquent goes international, Part 2 The club was not a success, because after about 10 minutes we had to go ueberstuerzt because it was too dangerous. Something has happened to me so far not yet. In any case, we went to another club where I learned intensively to dance like the South Africans. The Music has been such a funny African House, however, motivated to dance extreme. While they're doing on it pretty crazy and German standards sometimes very vulgar moves, but it somehow always looks very cool.
In any case, it is funny can be this now, because the people here celebrate it whenever a white bread unwrapping their moves:) I have two objectives in any case so far observed, 1 Punch a battle against a South African, 2 Dance with a hot Suedafrikanerin. Brakka!

solos and I

The way home was an experience because we are back on the mitgefahren Pick-Up Truck by Marumo. Because they are no longer came home, slept among others already mentioned solos with Sven in the house and then there was the opportunity to converse with him right times. The boy is 22 years old, has now been two months in Pretoria and lives in a shelter of PCM, his mother also. He has previously lived in the Hillbrow district of Johannesburg and a bit about it - Quote: "In Hillbrow, everybody is a victim." That is to say shootings are everyday, almost all are unemployed, drug addict and criminal, and when you walk through the streets, throw you behind the junkies bottles and garbage. He was on hard drugs has stolen, etc., but then had a dramatic experience: he wanted to steal a woman's bag but was caught by the police, who wanted to arrest him, of course. The woman, however, a Sozialabeiterin, said the policeman, they should let him go, she would take him to his home - a criminal drug addicts. This has apparently worked for solos so blatant that he wanted to get out of the juggernaut and is cut off to Pretoria, where he is now staying with PCM. According to him, he is now completely clean, makes no more shit and wants to begin a "normal" life. For this reason he is doing on Akanani IT courses, so he soon manages to himself and his mother from the shelters rauszuholen and just "normal" to live. No plan, but I think it's so powerful and violent. In any case, we woolen us now take time and a little rap and to establish bloed really something, because there is a studio here, which can be relatively cheap rent.

So far so good, now I will probably get to go to a braai (barbecue) with the German, French and Danish embassy children, so to know new people. Then again perhaps Partyyyyyy ...

Sharp sharp,
F abi

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I live together right now with a PCM-family (both parents work in the organization) in Salvokop, which is a by the rail network from the rest of the city cut off part of town that already is pretty ghetto, saw I there, yet almost no white people .

The oldest son, Sibusisu (23), I consider myself fairly well, he has shown me the same on the first morning Pretoria Central. Conclusion: Compared to here are all the German cities of corpses. Full stop. Here is honked constantly, singing laughing, and there are these small stalls along the road where fruit, vegetables, sweets, etc. gets, the people are open-minded and nobody is rushing, you can hear African music from the shops, the Stadtbildt Although most run down, but somehow with character. And this list can continue with any ...
Sibusisu is in Soweto, the famous Johannesburg township, born and told me recently offered to take me again. Good start!
Otherwise, there are still Simanga (15) and TSIP (4), the smallest member of the family and so sweet that it's too late.

I hereby affirm that they fuck each of you, if it is about dancing. Your "Bootyshaker" is incredible, and the age of four! The remaining family members I know still does not - is quite complicated here.
on the property at Salvokop is also also the Inkululeko-kindergarten, where I will also work well SOON times. This is funny, more of TSIP variety in one place.

with the other volunteers I was very lucky, especially Sven is from Hamburg (see above), a cool pig. With him, I will probably move in together soon, get out of Salvokop and into the inner city. We want to buy a car together, so we are not as dependent and with it South Africa, Lesotho, Mozambique, etc. can explore. So much for the plans;) A bit of action he has already behind him, for he was the outreach (as you walk in the evening in the poorer parts of town / townships and talking to people) from a crazy guy threatened with a knife. May occur here. Do you fear now? Muharharhar (To calm: an exception is already something). was

Even more action it immediately after my arrival: On Thursday, the volunteers wanted to, including myself driving to the Oppikoppi festival, as it were, a rock-im-Park in the South African bush. Okay, were a few differences over it already, but more equal. Anyway, we rented a car for us ham, which was stolen the night before our departure. in it with alcohol and eating. On my second day. Arghh! Although we have now (with destroyed castles and gear) again, even the trunk contents are still there, but before that we had with the white car rental Rumschlag, which has very interresting methods to retrieve the linked vehicles. Allegedly, he then accessible to the respective parking attendant, she throws back in his truck, a gun holds them to his temple and then must give the lad the place of the car known. The undercurrent of racism of the type could not be ignored. In any case we went with a replacement car to Oppikoppi, where we have with the girls from the German School Pretoria (see below) camped.

They're pretty nice, but live in another South Africa as the PCM Volunteers - in South Africa with fences and Wachmaennern. Golden Cage halt. And they have names that are already our long are no longer usual. Example? Elsbeth, Gunda, Lisbeth, Manfred ...

The festival works as follows: a huge pile Buren (what the white South Africans, however, perceive as an insult, gets drunk) until loss of consciousness and a bunch of black admitted to the trash. In a word. It leaves something already impressions, especially when one then a drunk, but very nice to start inviting Bure for a beer and suddenly unpacks his racist ideology, as it would be the normal thing in the world. That's the bad thing here with the whites; nice but somehow racist. Moreover, it was freezing cold, for here indeed is winter and at night it cools down far right. The tent can be very cold then.

The Oppikoppi, however, was also positive, because the scenery was amazing (u know: red earth, acacia trees, sunset. Hehe!), Is from the hill where the stage was the best (the Koppi from Oppikoppi Afrikaans for hill) could be so blatant look far, and the sky is really overwhelming. Then there were the African bands (funk, blues, reggae and even hip-hop) is really good and probably something for me non-rockers, but the absolute highlight of C-Mon & Kypski were from Holland. I've never seen anything like horny live, the Electro mix of rock, breakbeats / hip-hop beats and so on. Even the fucking KIZ, so sorry I am, to have to say that:) So, especially Luke and Chrissi, you pulls a look! And then I stand in the way home even two giraffes on the roadside . See Just then another. Brakka ...

my shirt after Oppikoppi:)

Although after sunset in no case more rumsteuern alone, should go some evening. We can rent a car from the PCM, but then we then have our own, the Sven and I, and thus unlimited possibilities: D
About the nightly program have I still need some people to know, including Timothy, who has expressed an interest, a Crew open it. The guys from his gang are cool anyway and to go to the right people in the local hip hop / kwaito clubs. Interesting is also the Nationalitaetenvielfalt here. I had flyers with a refugee from Mozambique, in the SOCA operates a jazz guitar player from Cameroon, Sven and I have played with students from Nigeria and Kenya, billiards, etc. That's cool anyway!

My first day at work was Monday, I'm doing primaer promotion for Feast of the Clowns, a PCM-hosted downtown festival. But I was already in the School of Creative Arts, where I can soon give workshops. The boss of the SOCA is Given, a real picture-Rasta-type. Very relaxed, very creative but also very heavily booked. This is funny in any case, from the beginning I was accepted as a "Brother". Also, I was now in Rivoningo Centre, the AIDS hospice. I helped to bring that food and thus also seen the patient. When you see people sitting all the time in front of a wall and stare at them, sitting in a wheelchair and emaciated look through you when you greeted them, are somehow living spirits - then your fucking head already belonging.

I could write a thousand things, but the post is already long been condemned, so now is the end times!

Take care,
F abi