As an introduction I would like to reproduce an extract from an email that I sent not too long ago a "friend" from a chat
Hello xxx
This is simply a different way of life there (Note: South Africa) . You have to know well that there until not so long ago, the Dutch have managed with 'ne art colony. maybe as you said the concept Apaartheit something. there was a rather large gap between rich and poor. At bottom, the then simultaneously between white and black. It was a long time real slavery. the black have lived in huts or something and the white in their villas. of course, was not the case everywhere, but in many places.
my grandparents had the good fortune to take over at some point a small farm and take care of themselves can. my grandpa has worked alongside still with the white on the fields. but at some point then no more. but that was all still before my birth.
I'm there on the farm come to the world (long time ago).
but now with what is perhaps most interesting for you (great)?
pet have always been very important in South Africa. they were for the guarding and protection essential. therefore they were treated very well. they had a very high status on a farm. I think it is cheerful also an extent.
It used to be really good, slavery times to the right that on such a farm by the Dutch always had a few girls who cared only about the dogs.
The Dutch were probably even pretty rampant, as they say, and have often brought black slaves in their houses, to have fun with them. and the girl who had to take care of the dog, which was on it on the farms usually best. they got good food and had to live in the house. therefore wanted to make a lot of young girls. The catch was that they had to let him fuck the dogs. sounds bad, right? was there, as my grandparents have told irgedwie normal. No one was bothered.
Today, the intended not as blatant, but much has remained well preserved. I can still remember way back when I was little, if any of our dogs had once again driven animal, or even a thief, my grandmother, my mother sometimes went with him in the stall. We are child behind and then often have looked around the corner (in secret of course). because we went right around. have blown it and then leap on him and fucking leave.
And what As for freedom of movement in the family, because it was very different than in the comparatively prudish Europe. but that was also because there are often large families all lived in a large room. he spent as a child just does not want you mitbekam early quantitative one.
with my grandparents it was so, they did have a farm house relatively large and massive, but since the child had no own room. There were two large dormitories in which the same were several large beds. basically, these were the huts, as they were before, only much more beautiful and basically with luxury.
and something like an incest taboo or so was unknown to us. the only thing I could remember was that you made sure when to get pregnant then only by his own man be. in so where's that were so. but otherwise it was going to be quite liberal.
I can still remember from my early youth, I was just up to my 6th or 7 year of life down there with my grandparents that I've already noticed more often, like my grandpa on my mom's or their sister got into bed. it has not disturbed when we were children in the room. it was simply to live there about how to work and eat.
or when I eat out with my grandma on the field have brought, as it was then also that there was quickly blown or fucked.
children went to us, of course not as over. if you have the eye always as before, play the yes and went back home. we have our own early experiences collected. with our brothers or cousins mostly. and it was often from the older ones. have learned so that even for that matter, the younger from the older.
Well, it look after me please if I made it with the spelling, sometimes with the sentence structure is not as accurate have. In the chat and the mail is sometimes. I have reproduced here, to our way of life to explain something.
in the next couple blog entries I deepen even further.
Doris
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