A selection of short stories told by myself and some of my best friends about growing up in the 70´s, 80´s and 90´s in South Africa.
I have been living in Europe now for more than 20 years and via Facebook have reunited with most of my old school friends, who almost all of them are now also living away from the country we love and grew up in.
This lead me to ask myself why am I not back in the country I miss almost everyday, the answer to that question is simple in my case but we will get to that at a later stage .However I am no closer to answering why such a high percentage of my school graduation class have left. We as young white South Africans got the best of the best growing up at the height of Apartheid rule, or did we ? Was the price we unknowingly paid so great we have subconciously turned our backs on our patria and tried to start our lives again with a clean slate.
In this Blog I hope to set the record straight and tell it how it really was, believe me it truely was
" The best of times, the worst of times.".
looks interesting,
ReplyDeleteI know some of us have tried to tell stories of our experiences in South Africa which sometimes are pretty unbelievable so we try and play them down so as to make them not seem like a bunch of absolute bullshit, even then you can tell no one believes a single word you have just said... SOOO true not that i have lived abroad but abroad has been here...lol
ReplyDeletethey do not believe a single word.
DeleteWe all exist in our own movie, we are the main actor, the producer, and the director. Most, like myself, like to think that they are the 'good guy' in their movie. My life changed forever when I realized I'm not a good guy, I've done countless deeds that disqualify me. Would I change any of it? Fuck no! We had the best that life had to offer, we took it! And for us it had this huge bonus of perfect surf right in our backyard! If you believed the stories we have to tell you'd want us behind bars!
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