But the
Royal Oak is there, and also my South-Africa brothers, although we have only talked
for three minutes, a white man and a black man went out to their country to meet
here. And yes, the rhythm of the traditional South Africa songs dance in my
mind. I would dance all night but my
Scottish teachers also need to know my gratitude for their help. Every song of these
days drives my heart towards some light movements. This afternoon when I run I
could recognize every song, later when I was listening to the different people,
I was coming up against my reality, but I was loving every moment
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