Sunday, February 22, 2009

some day

...it will not be normal:

- to pack wet towels when you're going anywhere near a demonstration (to put over your mouth if the police fire tear gas).

- to push your memory stick down your underwear when you're going through a police roadblock (obvious place I know, but maybe less so than in a shoe)

- to discuss who's just been arrested or shot over Sunday lunch (today it was Mike R, shot three times at his plot on Christmas Pass when he disturbed burglars/invaders on Saturday morning. He's "stable" in the local provincial hospital, friends say. His wife's already in Australia: he'd come back to Zimbabwe to wrap up their affairs.)

- to carefully shred each page of a notebook as soon as you no longer need the quotes (worryingly, our child has started tearing up pages as soon as he's carefully filled them with letters. "It's so that no-one can see what I've written," he says.)

- to let your child play with million, billion and trillion dollar notes. They're totally worthless.

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