For the third time since moving to Johannesburg, I was awoken last night at 4am to the sound of gunshots right outside my window. My flat is directly opposite a large public park, and a river, and I believe that people are taken there from nearby Alexandra township to be murdered. The worst was the accompanying sound of a French man screaming, over and over again, “Comment? Comment? Comment?” (“How? How? How?”).
Ah, Johannesburg.
