Well, I’ll give the bad news first, just to get it out of the way: seems like I’ve lost my camera. ARGH. I am SO angry at myself – it has some amazing footage from the workshop yesterday in Kwa-Mashu, a township outside of Durban, with the most soulful and prophetic high school students I have worked with thusfar. I am super bummed, and hoping it will turn up.

I am also exhausted so I’ll keep it short: the fellow who picked me up from the airport, Max, took me on the “road less travelled” tour through the downtown old business district, parts of which apparently used to be Jewish but are now thoroughly Black and many Africans from other parts of the continent. It was beautiful in its intracultural diversity, and the thriving business that seemed to be going on, despite the fact that apparently most white people don’t go there. Max is a real estate seller, so he goes where the buildings are (“They can’t come to me,”) as and such has gained a more balanced sense of what’s going on. He seemed completely comfortable swerving in and out of traffic with the best of them :) One of my favourite things was people doing each other’s hair – dreads, braids – out in the street, as if it was a barbershop without walls. And the storefront signs painted on the actual buildings, with lots of bright colours.

I am going to take a nap before Shabbat begins. I’m so pleased to be in the cozy enclave of Guy and Naama’s house. I am still mourning my camera, not having fully accepted its absence. ARGH again.

I wish you a peaceful weekend and I’ll check in again on Sunday.

One love.