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Disgusting Conditions

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Introduction

Disgusting Conditions Walking through fields, weeds not kept in shape, continuous grass, each blade out of place. Aluminium cans dispersed everywhere, I know where I am. As I reached District Six, that's what they like to call it, the man at the gatepost allows me past. "Beautiful morning isn't it?" he said whilst pointing at the orange sun set. "Yes, so how's your wife...?" I asked, but as I turned to face the large man, he was ignoring me and I could now see why. A young passer by strolled past, the man glared with all his might and the boy shrugged it away like a piece of litter. "No respect, have they?" he bellowed loud enough for the boy to hear. "No, they don't know there place...yet!" I snarled at the boy. I walked up the past the dock and looked inventively towards the sun set for some sort of inspiration. "None." I whispered to myself, I hung my head. I strolled into the local caf�, and took a seat next to the window just to glance out every once in a while and see the beautiful ocean, covered in different shades of blues, greens and even yellows as the sun shone from a twelve o'clock position. ...read more.

Middle

silent and as the first drop of the most elegant bean around reached my tongue, something which at the time could not have only been described as a bomb crashed through the window. I acted instinctively and jumped to the ground under my table. As I lay there everything seemed to go into slow motion, each member of the room slowly ran in fear and as the last red petald rose fell before me I saw the little boy outside the caf� smiling. "That boy Get the boy, he did it!" he shouted at the top of my lungs. Why? I thought to myself, what have I done to them? What could I have possibly done to them, to anger a young boy? Do I symbolise something to them. Satan? Perhaps, that I am the taker of lives or even a white man, someone that they can't trust and hate. "Yes" I said without realising. That's it I thought, they hate me, and they hate us. I jumped to my feet and ran out of the caf�, as I ran past the guard at the gatepost my feet were hardly touching the ground. ...read more.

Conclusion

That's the only reason why you came here." he barked at me. "What does that have to do with this?" "Because that's why you came, because you want to get me into trouble. You're also a taker!", he screamed. He approached me, prodding his finger into my chest, almost in tears. The room was getting smaller and I could have cut the tension with a knife. "White people like you, who take lives, so you can build your multi million pound factories!", he said crying and with eyes bright red. "You killed my family!" "How dare you blame me for your family's death?" I screamed. "I'm fed up with all this blame, it's not worth it" I said as I turned away. "Blame me for someone's death" I mumbled to myself. Suddenly I felt my arm being tugged. I was swung round and stabbed to the left of my heart. I couldn't tell until he withdrew what looked to be a piece of glass. The room began to get quieter although I could still see mouths moving. My shirt was drenched to my body with blood and sweat. It began to get blurry and people started to depart. As I slipped into unconsciousness I thought, "if only I had stayed in the caf�, on the safe side of town." ...read more.

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