"Where's my bunk?" "Over there." " Hello." " Greetings." "How are things with you?" "You can take that bed there." "Why did you leave the land to come here?" "There's famine, we have to leave our women and children." "The recruiting officer said the way to get work in Johannesburg, was to sign a contract with the gold mines." "That's not true - your contract says that when you finish here you've got to go back home." "You mean I can't get work in Johannesburg?" "You have to go back home first." "And get a special pass from the Native Commissioner, which isn't easy." "You might have to stay home." "But there isn't enough to eat." "Yes, but the pass is important for the whites." "Come on, you've got to go to the mine school for your tests." "Good luck." "I've got to get work in Johannesburg." "I can't manage on less than four pounds a month." "Me too, I've hardly got any to send back home at the end of the month." "But what can you do about it?" "We should ask the Induna." "He knows how to fix passes." "Yeah, the Induna will know, we'll talk to him." "I'll wait here." "Why do you want to leave the mine?" "I need more money, my family can't live on this." "That's going to be difficult." "They don't just give passes away." "There's different kinds of passes." "One for working in the shafts, one for working on the surface," "One to visit friends in mines, and another to work in Johannesburg." "But can't you do something to help me?" "There are ways to get a Johannesburg pass..." "My job isn't going too well." "I can't understand that woman, she's always yelling about something." "Well, that's the way it is, that's how those white people treat us." "I don't think I'm going to hang around." "It's not a good idea to quit, just keep at it, do your work." "Where do you work?" "I work up there for some woman." "I'm working for a man." "She's impossible, there's no pleasing her." "Well, if you've got problems come and see me, I know Johannesburg very well." "Greetings, my nephew." " It's good to see you." " When did you come to Sophiatown?" "Vinah came yesterday, Saturday." "We're looking for a place to live." "Do you have a permit?" " Permit?" " They'll arrest you without it." "Why are so many buildings wrecked?" "They don't want us to own our own houses." "What's the point of that?" "The government doesn't want us to live like people." "But we need to find a place soon." "Next door they're moving to Meadowlands." "Do you want to see their place?" "Open up!" "Open up, you bloody Kaffir!" "Who's this man, Kaffir?" "Come on, hurry up." "Get out." "He's my husband, what are you doing?" "You got a permit to stay here?" "He's my husband." "My husband!" "Zacharia was arrested last night!" "It's terrible, the police raided my room." "What are they going to do to him?" "I don't think it's serious." "Won't they sell him as convict labour?" "No, he'll do ten days at the most."