I had to find a refuge, a counseling thought, or an old burning drink for the sadening Bafana Bafana game against Les Bleus. My discomfort was not much for France's apocalyptic fall, after all they did everything with their own Hands, but for the hosts' glorious eclipse. South Africans had a remedy for agony that prooved to cure fragmented souls, and all I had to do is to go down Manenberg road. And I found counseling in Abdullah Ibrahim.

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Are we really humans?

It seems that I was taught the meaning of the word "human" wrong. As far as I used to think, human stood for good but once again I found myself wondering whether an act is human or not, then concluded that the act was inhumane, just like the preceding ones. Since, what I thought was an exception became frequent, today I come to reconsider my belief, and ask whether humans are innately inhumane? whether we are narcissistic?

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This is neither a new photo machine, nor a police snapshot, this is "Family Tree, 2000" the work of chinese contemporary artist Zhang Huan. In this 9 photos work, Zhang had a calligrapher write on his head with chinese black ink, just like a blank page.

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Today I was supposed to pick a few waves, eat a fejão, drink a cold bohemia, and end up on the other side of the lagoa pequena with  a crowd to watch the entrance of the seleção in the world cup. 

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