I stood in the dark kitchen for a long, long time. Everything had become unconnected and unfamiliar. I realised I didn't know where the light switch was. I can talk about nothing else. Yet I don't talk about it at all.
Some journalists ask to be elsewhere deployed.
Others start to focus on the perpetrators. Some storm out enraged at parties, or see their friends fleeing from them. Some drink deep gulps of neat brandy, others calm themselves with neatly rolled daggazolletjies. After four months most of those who travel frequently become ill - lungs and airways. The chairperson has bronchitis, the deputy chairperson pneumonia.