:06:04
...It's one of the psalms
in the Old Testament.
:06:09
It must've been written
there by Hoba himself.
:06:13
But l still can't believe you
found the house where he was born.
:06:18
It was nothing. All l did was trace address
changes and that's where l ended up.
:06:23
But that's it,
l can't go any further...dead end.
:06:29
That area of town was
deserted during the 80s...
:06:33
...when there was that sharp
increase in land prices.
:06:36
After the National Land
Act it was forgotten.
:06:40
But how strange this city is...
:06:48
As l traced his path l started to feel
as though time were leaving me behind...
:06:58
What you think of as a familiar sight
starts to rot away here and there...
:07:06
...you look away for a moment
and when you turn back it's gone.
:07:10
Gone before you even
know what it meant.
:07:15
In this town,
the past is a worthless thing...
:07:21
Look at it this way.
:07:24
The place where we're talking now
was sea until a little while ago.
:07:27
And in a few years there'll
be a huge city in front of us.
:07:33
And then, someday,
that will become the worthless past.
:07:39
It's like a continual bad joke.
:07:43
That's probably what
Hoba was trying to say...
:07:52
``Where do we go..
.? What are we ?''
:07:57
What's that ?
:07:59
An inscription.