Last weekend I went with my “French teacher”/language tandem partner to
see a South African movie (“A boy called Twist“) as part of the
African film festival here in Lausanne. Two things that
struck me as bizarre were (i) the fact that there were
only three colored people in the audience (the South African
ambassador in Switzerland, one of the organizers, and Julie) and (ii) the fact
that I noticed this at all.

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