My life is still in boxes. They’re standing in the garage of the flat where I’m living in Stellenbosch, and everytime I open the door they eye me from afar. I’ve opened a whole lot of them, searching for my favorite things: a very expensive cushion for my weary head, my cd collection. Neither has been found and slowly but surely it is starting to drive me mad.
However, on a small outing into town this morning I found large quantities of the Butterfingers and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups that I dragged from abroad for my nieces and nephews, and further down the road I even found the Redken Shampoo my mother wanted from America and that I couldn’t find and spend days searching for.
Those I could find. But my cd's...
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