I give Juan a lift to his (ex)girlfriend. We ride on one of Cape Town’s highways to reach her workplace, a pub. They haven’t seen each other since she simulated a pregnancy. When we arrive Marika smiles. Both disappear. I sit at the bar and think of reasons why she could have simulated the pregnancy. ‘Men . . . → Read More: Love & Simulated Pregnancy
At night it started to become cold. George lit a fire for the braai. I stayed outside with him when he turned a piece of lamb every 10 seconds. He said he would count silently. This was the best way to keep it juicy, he made clear and differentiated from his friends who carelessly put it . . . → Read More: Love beyond male stereotypes?
It was a sunny morning in autumn when I arrived in the mother city. The airport had changed significantly. It seemed that everybody was training for the world cup that was about to start in 26 days. The rental car area became almost as big as the old arrival hall. After a failed attempt to pick . . . → Read More: My new suburban home