shines splendidly against you, the new outfit of my blog. As a modern man I've namely something dealt with the possibilities of blog design and fabricated finally this incredible Genialitaet. Valentines cards please contact the address given on the right ...
back to South Africa: In my work has done hell of a lot in the last few days, I am now the proud namely Coordinator of the School of Creative Arts - that my own boss! Given I had opposed had announced several times that he really wants to quit the organization, because it includes rules and fixed working hours contrary, as he then last Thursday in the meeting actually announced his immediate departure, I was surprised a bit, especially because I Kathy Givens exit immediately after officially the new creative direction of SOCA (!) named. Anyway, I am now primaer busy getting to know any important people, the renovation of the total run-down premises SOCA prepare volunteer teachers for the raise various disciplines (eg Sven as a guitar teacher), a private SOCA office building to relocate so telephone and computer organization and a thousand things more. Yesterday I had as a representative of the School to even the staff meeting in which the management of PCM advises once a month about projects, goals and the value of past ventures - and in future I will be there to be there. Well, after less than one months attendance at PCM / TLF I regard this development as a success just now;)
As I've mentioned occasionally, my organization also regularly makes the so-called "Outreaching". So go out in the slums and the homeless downtown, looking at the prisons and mental hospital, just the conversation with the people, celebrate common Devotions.
Last week I was the first time even with the outreach here (along with Eli, another German Volunteerin) and was impressed by the experienced there: We went to the women of Marabstad living on the edge of a road to collect old cardboard boxes and paper products, sort them and finally the bundle to sell to recycling companies. According to Edward Zulu, the pastor who coordinated the whole, there are an average of 2 per person edge meet during the week, or 20 cents. In the week! The Accommodations these women are therefore temporary dwellings of the collected Papiermuell, in the evening they sit together around a fire from the uebriggebliebenen Muell. That was certainly the situation in which we have entered as a spoiled Mitteleuropaeer. But instead Sksepsis compared to the misplaced white one so stark feeling of the Welcome-being was mediated, to welcome, we were all "Mamas" (as one adult female is called here, respectfully) hugs and thanks to my modest Sesotho-vocabulary I had the same times a stone at them on the board. We then jointly held a devotion and every other sentence was greeted with a unanimous "Amen". It sounds not so humble as ours, but more like an affirmative "Yes man". In any case, much has been sung together, prayed a bit and hugged each other frequently. After about einandhalb hours we will be back better in our accommodation, with the knowledge that the women have to sleep on the street. That's kind of a Scheissgefuehl! I'll try anyway, regularly participate in outreach and somehow to get with my new SOCA's commitments under a hat.
Yesterday I was the second time there and after the procedure described above, we are still down on the area to the Department of Home Affairs, which is also in Marabstad. As masses of refugees camping especially from Zimbabwe, but also from the Congo and other African countries seeking refuge in South Africa, but have no papers. Until they get this from the agency, they live in the garbage on the roadside, boxes serve as a mattress, small fire as a source of light. My job was to provide women and children living there to distribute bread, but as simple as that sounds, it was not. Together with Pastor Zulu I were standing in front of the trunk of the car, where the bread was in it and had all the hungry men explain that they get nothing. Then, if a woman has come, the trunk opened to give her a piece and all the people saw how much bread there is in it - therefore they were intrusive. And by my white skin color, all have implied, Of course I want the person responsible for the distribution of food was, so they were still pleading. to explain My attempts to Pastor Zulu was my boss and can give me so nothing until he gives his ok, failed, because - as has the pastor explained to me later - she could not imagine that I have a black boss have. So when Pastor Zulu also disappeared in the crowd, I stood alone and encouraged at a loss to the trunk, I wanted to stop the hungry men simply give something too. Eventually I was able to do so finally, but had to admit that my Bemuhuengen failed to give the snake-men comprise the bread first, because so many guys I really the bread torn out of the hands have - so I had to explain the fair refugees to their disappointment that nothing is there for you. Oh great ... Anyway, this issue Eating a crazy feeling!
had while playing with the Congolese children out of the Potter's House Outreach
After I then met my religious task for the week. By the way: with the sometimes very strong, often interpreting the Bible literalness religiosity of the South Africans manage to get much better than expected. This community is doing some great things and the constant "In the name of Jesus Christ" thing you have to transfer easily. Thus, Julia, a Volunteerin, already longer here is told of a situation where their community has been praying for a repaired DVD player. Despite the unintentional comedy is clear what is meant by that and you have to stop exercise just like that. Also sung very much (and it sounds ever so horny), performed and practiced the belief mad positive and life-affirming. Even the poorest make this a totally grateful impression. As a staunch atheist you probably would still be a problem with the visual language, with my agnostic belief, the local faith can be combined easily but in any case, especially because it is simply a lot of good by releasing him.
weekend gabs then to Western consumerism Pattern in a rich shopping mall in Menlyn. The prices are sometimes unbeatable, T-shirts for 5 € and less, pants for 8 € and less. And then stop H & M quality. It was interesting experience to go there with a minibus taxi, there is a combination of taxi and public Verkehrsbus and you then herded zuckelst goal.
I can drive in the left, lalala ...
Mamelodi 
The streets were then already dusty and bumpy in Mamelodi, so we are at some point rumgerumpelt only. Since it had become dark and the dust, the view even more difficult, I had, for lack of lanes let alone street lighting, encountered problems at all even right to drive. Adventure, baby! were 
After about 1.5 hours we finally are in Cullinan and after we were at Thembas Grandmother (witzig!) and have hidden there our car, walked to the scene. Thembas house looks like from the inside about as a garage. The windows with newspaper in the sealed, non-plastered the walls, if you look above to see the roof, barely inventory and outdoor privies. His mother, however, totally happy about our visit and things to get the whole family (including Thembas deaf sister) are introduced and then spared no effort to be a good hostess. Chairs and benches are placed in the largest room, Themba brings his computer for music, gradually more and more people from the neighborhood (we are almost a kind of attraction). It was felt already clear that there are not white Of course, but all were totally open and it was easy to talk.
The customs of the township people are sometimes a bit strange for my feelings, it was suggested to us that our girls should not drink beer because we were drinking beer guys - not in the Township except glad to see girl drink the same as boys. Whatever, we ham we were told. The road to the bottle shop was then in so far awesome, as always that we had with "bodyguards", so no black guys who have been taking care of us. It is whispered from one stop and that "Van Riebekks" (first dutch settlers) are not welcome, but more has not happened. With our security there, the hosts have definitely taken very seriously, which was pleasant but at the same time unpleasant. I think everyone can imagine what I mean.
After a really fun party and common food for all - Pap (traditional maize porridge, which I eat almost every day), and Chicken - We went for our home, the car has made us the whole crowd accompanied Sichrheitsgrueden and due to the achieved level, the mood on the way was awesome (!). Sven and I will have the entire way home 90's Hits, ugly mainstream songs and other Oktoberfest gegroehlt Mucke, which ended the evening fees (do not worry, Mommy, I'm not driven yourself).
On sleepy Sunday I'm with the other volunteers in the very popular zoo left Pretoria, which was pretty chill ...
the ugliest fish in the world
Sven and I are now set off a few times to look for cars. We now have our desired maximum price shifted slightly upwards, otherwise we would only old Beetle and scrap-Benz getting, we explode after the first 100 km. A particular car we particularly noticed - elegant, sleek, fast burnermaessig ... But more on that when it's done!
on Monday finally moving to our Museum Park, a former fire station instead. That means that I get out of Salvokop and into the inner city. A positive side effect is also that I then compared to the School Of Creative Arts, and am living in about ten seconds of my work. Since I, as coordinator my working hours so they can be classified eh pretty free, I am even more flexible. And then also I live with the small Svenni together, which is the Allerderbste anyway!
Although I know that many of my so-called "friends" read my blog regularly, but this is not reflected in the comments under the posts, I will now start following action: As long as this post will remain below the 7-post mark I write nothing more. I'll do first so I can harass my friends are from here, 2 because I strengthen my ego needs, and 3 because I'm boeeeeeese easy harharhar;) So, you returned the favor this time for slave labor ...
Hugs,
Fabi
(Thanks Sven for the two stolen passages)
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