The houses which have been built for blacks here are as good as those for blacks at MacNamee Village in Port Elizabeth, but the trouble is that they can never own the houses, they belong to the municipality. You must leave once you become old, give way to a younger person and go to the country. That poses a great problem. At the end of our stay there we were very happy and returned to the Karanja, and many people joined us. Among them were Indian Sikhs, who are well known for their bravery and the wars they have fought. They are tall, strong and wear large white headgear. They do not cut their hair and have long beards. On Sunday, 20 November 1949 we had two funerals: one of a 10-month-old baby who had died of pneumonia and of a 70-year-old man from Cape Town, who had wanted to die at home because he had a heart disease. There was no service of any sort. The bodies were wrapped in a sail into which heavy iron bars were placed and then they were thrown into the sea without the ship stopping. And that was that. Some people did not even note that there were people who had died. I got to know about it from a doctor who shares a table with me and I realised that people these days take death with ease.