Chapter 29: Johannesburg

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌⁠March 6th.

There is something about the state of things here that is not at all healthy. To use the well-known phrase that I have so often read, we are all living on the edge of a volcano. Bands of strikers, or so-called strikers, patrol the streets and scowl at one in a murderous fashion. They are picking out the bloated capitalists ready for when the massacres begin, I suppose. You can’t ride in