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3 | The computer made for visions.

His room was small and cold. The heater was left on day and night, even though it's a well know fact that fire caused by such heaters are the number one cause of deaths in South Africa's squatter areas.

 

Inside there was a bed, a torn couch, one chair, the heater, and for some odd reason, a computer. I didn't make any comment about it for the first half of my stay. It did fascinate me though; the context of it's existence, that is. There were nights where we had only a few slices of bread and a small portion of fried chips to share, so 'how could Kheta ever afford a computer?', I pondered. Our bellies were empty, but his computer was full of songs. How could it be?

 

As time passed, I saw how Kheta produced intricate music on this computer, even crafting speakers out of broken headphones he had stumbled upon.

 

I began to realize something: I was in the company of a very special person, and something equally special had to come from this trip.

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Uploaded on November 5, 2011
Taken in June 2010