The sun is always blinding in sunny South AfricaI always look through scrunched-up eyes and
present a borad smile to make up for the fact
that I'm out of step with reality - at work I can
only focus on love poetry; at home I can translate
Swiss Mission Bulletins - shouldn't it have been
the other way around? Why can't I ever do what
I have to do at the time it should be done? I should
be fusillated by the Scorpions - oh wait, no fear of
that, they will be dismantled - boy, am I glad!
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