Tuesday, August 14, 2007

love them all but trust noone

et koju pääseda, tuleb esialgu raudvärav avada, siis trellidega uks, millel on pisike tabalukk ees ja alles siis saab avada ukse, mis viib kollasesse koridori, paremat kätt esimene ruum on meie tuba, see on ka lukus... sõidad autoga, sisse istudes lukustad uksed...elada kaplinnas on elada kui lukustatud uste taga...selline esmapilgul tunduv üleliigne enese turvamine muutub ajapikku väsitavaks, aga hoolimatult sellesse ka suhtuda ei saa...õhtul niisama väljas ei longi, seega muutuvad väärtuslikuks vestlused inimestega, kes aeg-ajalt sisse astuvad või siis ainult oma "perega"...tuleb välja et ma olen suuteline pea 16 tundi järjest suhtlema...uhh...mind ümbritsevad mäed...devil's peak on talvises meeleolus pea iga päev kui töölt koju lähen...salapärane udu hakkab mägede tippudelt alla veerema...tänaval on palju kodutuid...kõik nad vaatavad sulle otsa...tänavamüra seast nopid välja töömeeste laulu, shuttle-poiste-viled, telefoniga rääkiva rõõmsameelse noormehe naeru...maja taga on "armchair", enamasti mängitakse seal elavat muusikat, seega kostub tuppa elavate instrumentide mäng...koduvärava ette on end ära "parkinud"purjus naine, kes kurjustab naabritega ja karjub vahetpidamata, varsti läheb ta ära, sest ööd on siin mustad ja külmad...ainsad keda ma tänaval peaaegu üldse ei märka on lapsed ja koerad...kummaline...samas ega ma päeva ajal väga ringi pole kõndinud ka...

i've got to open the iron gate and then the iron door, wooden door and another wooden door...after that i'm safely in my room...while driving with the car, you need to lock the doors... living in cape town is like living behind the locks/doors etc...there is no way you can lose the sense of security...it's very tireing...i'll keep on repeating the sentence inside the shuttles: "love them all but trust noone"...it's getting dark already at 19, so it's advised not to walk around...the ability of deep communication has an opportunity to be developed...there are many people running in and out in our house and the night-talks with the guys living with us are getting long...i guess the time of communication covers almost 16 hours a day...uhh...we're surrounded by the mountains...the voices from the streets consist of singing workers, shuttle-whistels, some guy laughing while talking to a phone...behind our house is a bar with live-music almost every day...there is a woman lying down in front of our gate, screaming at neighbours...but as the night is coming and it's getting cold, she moves away...the only ones i don't seem to notice in the streets are children and dogs...probably because i go home around 17 or 18 and they are safely at home by that time...strange...

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