He was a tall, white, Australian guy talking about how he witnessed South African farmers being racist towards black people on his trip there. I was immediately interested. Who was he? I turned around to listen...
I've always been wandering around searching - mentally or spiritually for something in the back of my mind, for rest, for home. But where is home really? Aren't we all looking for somewhere we belong?
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