I see, smell, hear, feel my community about different. I see broken windows, children shouting, playing around. Some of them playing hide and seek. I smell cigarettes, amagwinya, smoking. I hear bad and nice voices. Pre school bell kring kring. Cars passing. What I see is mountains. Red Hill is surrounded by mountains and the sea. If you stand on the top of the mountain, you can even see the ocean. The Atlantic ocean. You can even see broken shacks, broken cars and bicycles.
My very small, tiny community