Johannesburg - Edges

Johannesburg is not a city that offers itself easily.
We didn’t move through it on our own; we relied on a guide.
The sense of danger is real, tangible, never abstract.

And yet, what remains is not only tension.
There is a constant alacrity, an energy that pulses everywhere —
mixed with a desperation that makes no effort to hide.

Walking through the city, you begin to understand what apartheid meant.
Not as a chapter of history, but as a wound that still shapes space,
bodies, distances.

And within all of this, unexpectedly, there is beauty.
An irregular beauty — dirty, chaotic.
A beauty born from decay,
and from a stubborn desire for redemption.