After the Chernobyl accident, the world became new. Suddenly, the enemy was no longer a soldier with weapons, but lay hidden in jam and cat fur that stroked his leg. We learned to fear our own things and the air we breathed in. But how do we understand an enemy we cannot see?
This winter, a racist debate exploded in South African media. Visiting Cape Town is like standing at a crossroads where the ghosts of the apartheid era meet progressive values.