Photographs and text by Beatrice Apel
I was on the highway when suddenly a young man was running in front of me across the road and was escaping to the line in the middle. He was hanging on to a concrete wall, paused for a moment to watch for a gap and reached the opposite side safely a second time. He disappeared in the township. ‚The road to hell is paved with good intentions‘.
There are many options to enter the area. I followed the young blackman. Following the architectural structures of the township I took an indirect portrait of the people living there. Informal rural communities. Shacks. They are standing side by side. In a tangle of coexistence the township is mutating area-wide like a large living organism. Day by day. Each shack like a second skin. Black.