WHERE NOTHING DOESN’T BELONG

“When I was a kid, we used to tie cotton to the leg of a dung beetle and fly them around like a kite,” Norman says to me and Magnus. He’s an Afrikaans man with a pot belly. He’s fluent in Zulu, Afrikaans, and English. He grew up in the bush; making fires, catching fish,...

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