the edge of civilization, the kind of
place where property developers
have said, “Hey, poor people. You
can live the good life, too. Here’s a
house. In the middle of nowhere.
But look, you have a yard!” For
some reason the streets in Eden
Park were named after cars: Jaguar
Street. Ferrari Street. Honda Street.
I don’t know if that was a
coincidence or not, but it’s funny
because colored people in South
Africa are known for loving fancy
cars. It was like living in a white
neighborhood with all the streets
named after varietals of fine wine.
I remember moving out there