I hope you'll get it

by Ricardo Domínguez (Spain)

Making a local connection Spain

His name is Clemence and was born in Zimbabwe less years ago than he appears. He drives his Volkswagen Polo safely and confidently, despite the rain that makes traffic difficult. Six years in Cape Town endorse him. I've only been here for a few months and I thought I knew something about the city, South Africa or even Africa. It is the evil of the traveler: you think that what you read is worth something when, in fact, setting foot in the street will always give you more. The conversation begins as 95% of driver-passenger talks. How was the day, how good is the water coming to this city, where are you from, how long have you been in Cape Town. But, this day, the story continues. Clemence left Zimbabwe because of the lack of opportunities in that country, although he returns every year: his wife and children await him there. While he is driving, he talks about what he is studying ─Marketing and Business─, about how little he has left to finish. What he enjoys learning. The future opportunities. When asked if he will stay in Cape Town, Clemence doubts. "Johannesburg, maybe", he confesses. He explains that this is where the work is. Where the money is. A city that, after the gold rush, became the most populous in the country. More than five million people live in "Joburg" (as locals refers to it), and most international companies have their headquarters there. He thinks he will get there. That he will be able to take his family with him. That the political situation - very complicated in Zimbabwe during the last decade - will improve. Clemence is optimistic. Despite the obstacles that South Africa puts on migrants. Despite being a black person in a country where remains of Apartheid are still breathed. Despite not having contacts. Or money. Despite having his family away. In spite of the rain. I say goodbye to him and wish him the best of luck. I hope you'll get it, my friend. I hope you'll get it.