my hart is in afrika.

Toe die wêreld hier nog jong was en die horison wyd en oop
Was dit groen hier in die halfrond, suid van die ewenaar
En in die skemer as die son sak en die beeste huis toe loop
Klink die roepstem van die vrouwe oor die heuvels van die land:
Halala, ewig is ons Afrika.Tula tula mtanami, tula tula sanaboni, tula tula mtanami,Ubab uzobuya sihlale naye, ubab uzobuya sihlale sonke, Hmmm-Hmmm
Toe kom die skepe uit die weste, wit seile oor die see
Om te vra vir kos en water en te bly vir so veel meer.
En die land wat een tyd oop was, die land het ons verruil
Vir die ghetto’s van die stede is ons koperdraad gegee.
Halala, ewig is ons AfrikaHalala, sasiphila, kamnandi, halala, mayibuye AfrikaTula tula mtanami, tula tula sanaboni, tula tula mtanami,Ubab uzobuya sihlale naye, ubab uzobuya sihlale sonke, Hmmm-Hmmm
Daar was rykdom in die maag van ons moeder Afrika
Diamante en ook steenkool, goud, edel metaal
En die mense word die slawe hier want die mense word betaal
Om te tonnel in die aarde elke greintjie uit te haal
En die groot en oop grasvlaktes span dit toe met doringdraad
En van die olifant tot die gemsbok al die diere moes kom buig
Voor die mag van die grootwildjagter voor die mag van sy groot geweer
Totdat net die stilte oorbly, totdat net die stilte heers.

Halala, ewig is ons Afrika.
Halala, sasiphila, kamnandi, halala, mayibuye AfrikaSasidjapolutjoloythina
Halala, sasiphila, kamnandi, halala, mayibuye Afrika

never fear when brufen is near.

so yes. all was going well. too well indeed..

i was bollywooding a little too much and shaking my hips in a trance when i felt the all familiar pain stinging up my right leg.

i managed to land myself in a turkey hospital on an x-ray table in my underwear. and they are not particularly polite with "please mam take off your pants" it's sommer they take it off for you..can we at least have coffee first and get to know each other?jeeze people..

with my ass hanging out in the proses of a sonar,i have never felt so vulnerable and exposed in my life. but at least it's only a minor injury, or in my head. it's a soft tissue tear. witch means it's a tear in my muscle..im all patched up and drugged up on brufen, cataflam and what nog.so a few days rest and I'll be as good as new..i hope..

hold thumbs because being confined in a little hotel locker room thing with only Turkish channels the whole day?.nein.

ich schpreuken di deuch..

okay so After a few weeks in turk land i am happy to Report that i am alive and well..well sort off. i have never in my life heard so many variations of my name or surname "van zul" being one of them.with the work load being ridiculously hard and the Temperaturen variating from extremely cold to unbearingly hot i am coping as well as can hope for. except that my blog is nou in turkish and i have to master german in the next month.

the food is unbelievably good, with cinnabuns and coffee in the morning. boxes of cigarettes and a few spagetti's here and there while doing some shopping.. i am amazed by the diversity. the diffrent languages ,cultures and beliefs. our dance captains consists out of brasilians,ukranians and russians. there is a communication barrier that you cannot believe and playing charades has become the norm.
or speakings broken the english, dah?

i am being mistaken for a russian almost everyday and have heard the question "from Africa? but why you not black"? countless times. no i do not ride on an elephant to school and no i do not have a pet lion in my back yard boet.

our days consist out of getting up in the morning at 8hoo for breakfast dancing from 9:30 till 12:30 breaking for lunch untill 14:00 then dancing untill 18:00. after that we have a sort of team building effort at 21:00 untill 23:00 there after bed and believe you me it is fucking amazing to get under a duvet and getting off your feet. on saturdays and sundays we have a german course from 9:30 untill 1:30 and dancing from 15:oo untill yes ,you guessed it 18:oo. i now now the meaning of ADD. to make matters worse the german teacher does not understand a word of english and can only speak turkish or german. with almost 11 languages translating and shouting over eachother words get lost in translation for example "seosons of the year" comes out the other side as "time of place".

It is a beutifull country with some amazing landscapes. although we are so close to the sea. you never smell or hear it like in South-Africa. i miss that. and the turks are very much greasy and has the dirty look going. and i must say, God bless skype for without it i would have been a wreck. i even speak to my dog.


some days are good and some days are bad. trix taught me t "dance deur die pyn" with a andre schwarts move.

but we all speak the universal language of dance, and it is amazing to see how it is all coming together. we are bollywooding the shit out of everyday and i have learned how to used my hips and to co-ornitate like a professional.


i am having the time of my life with friends whom i love and laugh with everyday.and learning some ukranian on the side. priat nava apetita. im sure you can figure that one out.

for now it is al wedersein.and guten aben from my side.