I switched off my GPS.

It would not lead me to where I wanted to go.

Speed bumps and traffic, high double fences mark the privileged.

I drive on. I will know it when I get there.

The road deteriorates to a dust track. The privileged do not travel here.

I skirt Wonderkop and there it is. smaller than I thought. nothing to indicate that 34 died here. There seems to be no time to contemplate that here. dwarfed by the towering. Lonmin.

On the outskirts of everything there are the Rooikoppies. The white crosses have been removed. ground burnt. soil hard. I drive on and as suddenly I cross the Hartebeespoort dam wall to another world.

Swanlake, Aloes, Diepsloot, Sandton, Veranda Panda swirl in my head. What reality am I returning to?

(Originally written a year ago, now is as good a time as any to post it.)