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DURBAN SINGS
audio reports from KwaZulu-Natal
Albert Park
October 2008
A gathering of makeshift shelters in a public park in the city of Durban, South Africa. A group of Congolese have been living here under plastic cover since June. Pots over open wood fires, washing on lines between the trees, many children are running around the huts. What happened? What made the group settle here under precarious conditions? What happens to the children when it's raining…? Gideon, a local passer-bye talks to Delphine, one of the group who is now living at Albert Park (track 03-08). Delphine responds with questions and songs and tells their story. Rebecca and Oliver, from the Centre for Civil Society are regular visitors. They join the conversation (track 02) while preparations for a chicken-curry are going on in the background. More songs follow. (http://www.archive.org/DurbanSings_84)
These audio reports are published to feed debate and listening exchange for the questions raised here. Comments and responses (written or audio) or links and reports of related experiences and discussions are most welcome and can be posted to the contacts below. For audio comments, please up-load your recordings on archive.org (keyword: Durban Sings) and send us the link.
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radio continental drift: long_walk_abridged@yahoo.co.uk
centre for civil society at UKZN: www.ccs.ukzn.ac.za
audio reports from KwaZulu-Natal
Albert Park
October 2008
A gathering of makeshift shelters in a public park in the city of Durban, South Africa. A group of Congolese have been living here under plastic cover since June. Pots over open wood fires, washing on lines between the trees, many children are running around the huts. What happened? What made the group settle here under precarious conditions? What happens to the children when it's raining…? Gideon, a local passer-bye talks to Delphine, one of the group who is now living at Albert Park (track 03-08). Delphine responds with questions and songs and tells their story. Rebecca and Oliver, from the Centre for Civil Society are regular visitors. They join the conversation (track 02) while preparations for a chicken-curry are going on in the background. More songs follow. (http://www.archive.org/DurbanSings_84)
These audio reports are published to feed debate and listening exchange for the questions raised here. Comments and responses (written or audio) or links and reports of related experiences and discussions are most welcome and can be posted to the contacts below. For audio comments, please up-load your recordings on archive.org (keyword: Durban Sings) and send us the link.
contacts:
radio continental drift: long_walk_abridged@yahoo.co.uk
centre for civil society at UKZN: www.ccs.ukzn.ac.za
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November 29, 2008
Subject: songs and stories
Subject: songs and stories
Pleasure listening to these stories, although they are grave, they are worth their time. Songs spring out of these people. We cannot do it anymore here.
They don't have to practice, they can do it naturally.
This reminds me of an incident that just happened to me. I walked into a gallery in Helsinki the other day. There was an exhibition of a man I used to know long time ago, his paintings. There was showing a video of a field of flowers in a wind, there were some kind of music. My old friend was in the back of the gallery, he came to me and said that this now here is his reply.
-to what? I asked.
Twenty years ago I had sung him a song and this was the reply to my song.
They don't have to practice, they can do it naturally.
This reminds me of an incident that just happened to me. I walked into a gallery in Helsinki the other day. There was an exhibition of a man I used to know long time ago, his paintings. There was showing a video of a field of flowers in a wind, there were some kind of music. My old friend was in the back of the gallery, he came to me and said that this now here is his reply.
-to what? I asked.
Twenty years ago I had sung him a song and this was the reply to my song.
