In this strange land, unshielded by a mask… (Poems)
(Elisabeth Eybers) The Low Countries - 2010, № 18, pp. 96-98
One learns migration step by step, says the poet. “My accent was enough to indicate / from where I came. Strange, how they welcomed me / while treating you (sc. South Africa) to blind, official hate”.
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