There was plenty of food, love and Afrikaans books and magazines on our farm, thanks to parents who

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Jan was not the average cat on the street. Goliath's body and David's heart, the oscars live Jan certainly not fit in with my friends right's the oscars live idea of "reasonable cat" no. You see, John was our home hero since he was a few weeks before cat alone a giant rinkhals in the dark house killed when Dad not pretty with the candle could see. Back then, in the days when a farmhouse not only a key had not, was still the most dangerous the oscars live snakes in a good place. After the fight Joe for a few days away, and after much searching, we assume he's the oscars live dead. Only the day before my life changed was Jan tight-tight back, with a verergde pull his mouth as if he was upset that we did not know with nine lives, he is still (male) cat enough for ten snakes.
It was five years of age that my eye in a mesongeluk lost. A few weeks after the accident and the hospital in Klerksdorp, my mother saw that I had no eyes or my head would turn, and kept everything ran it. Joubert doctor's advice to my teacher-mother was that she had to teach me to read so I could teach my eyes and head move.
That's where I got the African world and the world to know Afrikaans, and fell in love with the Jan-language little cat that attacked the big world. A language as small as David and a heart as big as Goliath. For my child's mind almost like De la Rey that Lord Methuen's forces on us went down. Grandfather - a survivor the oscars live of the concentration camp Barberton - always said it's a comfort to him to think that the last word in our English the oscars live farm Tweebosch "Hensop" was. Afrikaans was for him and Grandma part of the rise to war, part of the "rod and staff" of Totius's Psalm 23 during their prayers under the seringboom comforted. Later - much later with the death of my brother and sisters - it was Totius's anguished pyngedigte about his children's death has comforted me.
There was plenty of food, love and Afrikaans books and magazines on our farm, thanks to parents who have sacrificed for their children instead a window on the world open. Plaasboekerytjie the borders were open and wide, the love of language and books that burdens the oscars live are shared the oscars live by neighboring the oscars live farms. Our African home was not stuffy, Ma in open windows language believed. Taallug had enough fresh influx could turn heads open. She also knew the English world and appreciate and try that curtain open for us to move, though Grandpa and Grandma grumbled about it. Tswana was the second language the oscars live on the farm, the language the oscars live in which my friends had to modernize as my father believed in good Tswana explained.
It was not for me a conscious decision to love for Afrikaans, it was part of me - about me - as the ground and the grass and the history. I went through Grandma's eyes to history-the rise of Afrikaans watched - understand that it is not an easy birth was not, understand the oscars live that it may die, and decided that such a precious treasure worth to keep. For me it was obvious that Afrikaans and the Afrikaner one - the one without the other can not. Water as part of a fish's life and simultaneously a livelihood, so was my Afrikaans inseparable part of who I am. Afrikaans is my breath - like Breyten said - the water in which and by which I live, and the spirit we had particle also non-African people. Everyone had been able to share in the joy of the African sunshine.
For us was not only an African "bread case", it was a miracle, the rod and the rod which our people supported to modernize. Later, much later - when the place for me to become small - I for a while, the oscars live the miracle promises about trying Afrikaans believe. But when I see that new language accused and suicides Afrikaans again to propel a cultural concentration camp, my rebellion began. This time it's not just a matter of bread, but a dead issue. For me it's the oscars live not like earlier about modernization, but the danger of demodernisering- and survival. English is now used by eager hands the rod and the rod to the speakers of Afrikaans join strike again as the weapon of mass destruction of the language and its speaker community - though one may not say it.
But fortunately we have a secret the oscars live weapon. Our language and its speakers have always the oscars live become stronger as it pressured. Concentration camps reached strangely always the opposite. What the cemetery had to be the cradle. As the UN's Human Development Report 2004 in English so beautifully the oscars live says: "If the history of the 20 th Century Showed