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hwpIt looks like a paradise, but it is the most treacherous desert in the world:
The Kalahari. After the short rainy season...
...there are many water holes, and even rivers.
But after a few weeks, the water sinks away into the deep Kalahari sand.
The water holes dry, and the rivers stop flowing.
The grass fades to a beautiful blond colour...
...that offers excellent grazing.
But for the next nine months, therell be no water to drink.
So most of the animals move away, leaving the blond grass uneaten.
Humans avoid the Kalahari like the plague because man must have water.
So the beautiful landscapes are devoid of people.
Except for the little people of the Kalahari.
Pretty, dainty, small and graceful, the Bushmen.
Where any other person would die of thirst in a few days...
...they live quite contentedly in this desert.
They know where to dig for roots and bugs and tubers...
...and which berries and pods are good to eat.
Of course they know what to do about water.
In the early morning, you can collect dewdrops...
...from leaves that were carefully laid out the previous evening.
Or a plume of grass can be a reservoir.
If you have the know-how, a clump of twigs can tell you where to dig...
...and you come to light with an enormous tuber.
You scrape shavings off it with a stick that is split for a sharp edge.
You take a handful of the shavings, point your thumb at your mouth and squeeze.
They must be the most contented people in the world.
They have no crime, no punishment, no violence, no laws...
...no police, judges, rulers or bosses.
They believe that the gods put only good and useful things on the earth for them.
ln this world of theirs, nothing is bad or evil.
Even a poisonous snake is not bad.
You just have to keep away from the sharp end.
Actually, a snake is very good. In fact, its delicious.
And the skin makes a fine pouch.
They live in the vastness of the Kalahari in small family groups.
One family of Bushmen might meet up with another once in a few years.
But for the most part, they live in complete isolation...
...unaware there are other people in the world.
In the deep Kalahari, there are Bushmen who have not heard of civilized man.
Sometimes they hear a thundering sound when there are no clouds.
They assume the gods have eaten too much and their tummies are rumbling.
Sometimes they can even see the evidence of the gods flatulence.
Their language has an idiosyncrasy of its own.
It seems to consist mainly of clicking sounds.
Theyre very gentle people.
Theyll never punish a child or even speak harshly to it.
So the kids are extremely well-behaved. Their games are cute and inventive.
When the family needs meat...
...the hunter dips his arrow in a brew that acts as a tranquilliser.
When he shoots a buck, it feels a sting and the arrow drops out.
The buck runs away, but soon it gets drowsy...
...and it stops running.
After a while, it goes to sleep.
The hunter apologizes. He explains that his family needs the meat.
The characteristic which really makes them different from all other races...
...is that they have no sense of ownership at all.
Where they live, theres nothing you can own.
Only trees and grass and animals.
These Bushmen have never seen a stone or a rock in their lives.
The hardest things they know are wood and bone.
They live in a gentle world, where nothing is as hard as rock, steel or concrete.
Only miles to the south, theres a vast city.
And here you find civilized man.
Civilized man refused to adapt himself to his environment.
Instead he adapted his environment to suit him.
So he built cities, roads, vehicles, machinery.
And he put up power lines to run his labour-saving devices.
But he didnt know when to stop.
The more he improved his surroundings to make life easier...
...the more complicated he made it.
Now his children are sentenced to to years of school, to learn...
...how to survive in this complex and hazardous habitat.
And civilized man, who refused to adapt to his surroundings...
...now finds he has to adapt and re-adapt...
...every hour of the day to his self-created environment.
For instance, if its Monday...
...and : comes up, you have to dis- adapt from your domestic surroundings...
...and re-adapt yourself to an entirely different environment.
: means everybody has to look busy.
Ive got a good story about handicapped children.
Handicapped children? No! You dont recommend stuff you dont....
Sorry. Ill only print sweetness and light, even if it bores the pants off them.
: means you can stop looking busy for minutes.
And then, you have to look busy again.
-Hi, Kate. -Hi, Pete.
Can you use this about the teacher shortage in Botswana?
-Good story? -Yeah.
Theyll take anybody who can read and write.
I dont know. I got bawled out for writing a story on mugging.
My page should be sweet and light, like Liberace and Jackie Onassis.
Your day is chopped into pieces. In each segment of time...
-...you adapt to new circumstances. -May I share a table?
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