1:06:10
...It's one of the psalms
in the Old Testament.
1:06:14
It must've been written
there by Hoba himself.
1:06:19
But l still can't believe you
found the house where he was born.
1:06:23
It was nothing. All l did was trace address
changes and that's where l ended up.
1:06:28
But that's it,
l can't go any further...dead end.
1:06:34
That area of town was
deserted during the 80s...
1:06:38
...when there was that sharp
increase in land prices.
1:06:42
After the National Land
Act it was forgotten.
1:06:46
But how strange this city is...
1:06:53
As l traced his path l started to feel
as though time were leaving me behind...
1:07:03
What you think of as a familiar sight
starts to rot away here and there...
1:07:12
...you look away for a moment
and when you turn back it's gone.
1:07:16
Gone before you even
know what it meant.
1:07:21
In this town,
the past is a worthless thing...
1:07:27
Look at it this way.
1:07:30
The place where we're talking now
was sea until a little while ago.
1:07:32
And in a few years there'll
be a huge city in front of us.
1:07:38
And then, someday,
that will become the worthless past.
1:07:44
It's like a continual bad joke.
1:07:49
That's probably what
Hoba was trying to say...
1:07:58
``Where do we go..
.? What are we ?''