The Lived Past of Urban Space

I am driving down Van Riebeeck Road, named after the Dutch founder of Cape Town. I pass the center of Kuilsriver. Like every day men stand besides of the road rising their fingers into the air. It’s 10 o’clock and the day laborers still wait for somebody to pick them up. I’m on my way to . . . → Read More: The Lived Past of Urban Space

The life of a bachelor

Like every evening Dudrik sits on the two-seater next to the front door. The soft-spoken and slim man in his mid-thirties had moved in with his brother and his sister in-law the previous month. Before he had to sleep on the couch in his mother’s living room. “It was a long day,” he says with a . . . → Read More: The life of a bachelor