A World Apart Page #3

All right, go put on your uniform. Hurry.

Out of the way, man.

Over the Royals that obscure

Alexandra Township...

from the main road is coming

an eruption of workers from the town house.

The mood is cheerful, resilient.

They are singing...

chanting "Azikwelwa, "

they shall not be ridden.

"We have no money."

End to end,

the road is filled with hurrying figures.

Men, women,

babies tied securely to their backs.

Solomon.

- Can you see him, Mom?

- Yes, there.

Come and join us.

We are here already.

- Hello, my little twisting sister.

- Hello, Solomon.

- How are you?

- Okay.

- Are you coming to march with us?

- I have to go to school.

But it's nice seeing you.

Okay, see you guys.

Hey, give us a ride.

Get out, now.

- Have you got a license?

- A license for what?

- For carrying passengers.

- We're reporters, not taxi drivers.

Don't get smart with me, lady.

- And who's this?

- My daughter.

What kind of mother are you?

Next week she'll be sleeping

with the Kaffirs.

Judging from the colored population,

your forefathers didn't do too badly.

What are you doing here?

Where's your passport?

Come on, mate. Quickly.

Boy, come here!

- Bring me a lemonade.

- Bet you his name isn't boy.

Shut up. He's only helping here.

I don't know his name.

Anyway, he's a man.

Hello, darlings.

Are you having a fabulous time?

Don't look so serious, Molly.

Relax, enjoy yourself.

- Dance, circulate.

- Mom, my dress.

Isn't she gorgeous? Just look at this face.

When I look at this face, I could eat it up.

Ma, get off me.

- Is there any lipstick still on?

- Yes, just a little.

- Shall we dance?

- Okay.

Hello, Peggy.

Hello, Molly. Have a sit.

Have you had anything to eat yet?

Your father and mother are brave people.

You must be proud of them.

No, Peggy.

What is the matter with you, man?

Not enough olives,

and where's the parsley and the color?

Where's the red pepper?

Hello, bubbala.

Come on, chop-chop.

There are people starving out there.

...three years in this position.

Do you want something, Molly?

- Have you seen Yvonne?

- No.

Yes, over there.

That's the oldest daughter

of Gus and Diana Roth.

You know them?

The communist who skipped the country.

- I'll see you tomorrow then.

- Please don't forget your--

- I won't.

- Okay, bye.

Where's Mom?

She's at home.

She asked me to pick you up.

Out!

Gran, how come she's always allowed

to sit in the front?

It's not fair.

0h. my God!

She's in the study. Molly, hang on.

What's going on, Gran?

You're not going to take the address book.

You can't take that.

It's got the telephone numbers of our

doctor, dentist, all the children's--

There are names and numbers

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