I was in the old house – the one I moved to in 1987. Walking all around the outside. So jam packed with memories. Do not recall what tales came up.
Next I was in South Africa. I presume Cape Town. No idea why we were there. Got on the train. do not know why. It was a fairly modern choo choo. A few passengers abroad. all white. that struck me as curious. whizzed through tiny stations. finally stopped at one called Witwatersrand. But that is in Joburg.
got out in the concourse. many black people stading around. I was scared to approach men – might be touts. we walked out. we anted to go to a sports bar and watch a macth. not sur wwhich sport
suddenly we were in the wilderness. did not seem strange. long grass and bushes on either side. she had vanished. I was anxious and called out to her
then I saw her to the left sitting in a bush
reflects desire to visit SA.