Summer in Barcelona

Cristina: [Looking at a sculpture of Jesus] Are you very religious?
Juan Antonio: No, no, no, no, I’m not. The trick is to enjoy life, accepting it has no meaning whatsoever.
Cristina: No meaning? You don’t think that authentic love gives life meaning?
Juan Antonio: Yes, but love is so transient. Isn’t it? I was in love with a most incredible woman… and then in the end…
Vicky: Yes?
Juan Antonio: She put a knife into me.
Cristina: My God, that’s terrible!
Vicky: Well, maybe you did something to deserve it.

 

 

The Fisherman’s Village

The Fisherman’s Village

Concept & Photos: HatshepsutDesign
Text: Robberg Diaries

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5th April, 1931

Good weather. 7.15 a.m. left for Point – took exactly 58 minutes (no lie). Nothing doing all day except 15 sharks, 1 galjoen and a dozen streepjes. Kite worked fairly well. Took out three lines anyway before it started chasing its own tail into the sea – peculiar incident – Harry, Rolf and Japie each got stuck into a shark at about the same time in the same spot. Back at Pimple 7 p.m.

10th September, 1931

Fine, smooth – fished at Blow Bellows. Nothing biting. Sea good colour.

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Wednesday 23rd September, 1942

It rained hard during the night. Leaked a bit in kitchen over the china cupboard. We spent day at hut. Ghillie got bait, but had to go off – so Eric did not fish. Strong SE and rather cold. Miss Mardon and Mrs Cox arrived on horseback and had tea with us. We went for walk to Gap – a bit further on Bay side to get away from cold wind. Saw a baboon at Fourie’s hut this morning.

Monday 4th January, 1943

Strong south easter still blowing. Too rough for fishing but went to streepie pool. Also too rough.

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Thursday 14th January, 1943

Arrived before lunch. Mom, Gwen, Patat, Uncle Leonard, and Margret to cook, Boz and 3 other poor dogs. No water in tanks – fontein gives a little. Fished Meiderbank. Man next door caught a haai. No wind, clear sky and beautiful night.

Saturday 24th April, 1943

Beautiful day. Went to the Fountain – men fished but caught nothing. Found 2 bales of rubber, one in very good condition.

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Kill Bill mood


 Copperhead: So when do we do this?

The Bride: It all depends. When do you want to die? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?

Copperhead: How about tonight, bitch?

The Bride: Splendid. Where?

Copperhead: There’s a baseball diamond where I coach Little League about a mile from here. We meet there around in the morning dressed all in black. Your hair in a black stocking. And we have us a knife fight. We won’t be bothered. Now… I have to fix Nikki’s cereal.