e knowing, as time left went by, the reason had become they couldn't get their money out.(p8) Where was home? Who was this place to belong? The systemized past had collapsed and yet the memories of those good old days played vividly in the jukebox of mind state, to them, as a kind of comfort, and more likely, a kind of contradiction to their now-ness of circumstances. Submission to the elements was something of forgotten, back there.(p57) Now they had to learn what submission was like, for that they re-examining things they took for granted ,back there, had become unreachable. impossible to imagine what was happening in those suburban malls now¡Kexhibitions whose favored subject was black township life. (p125) The change of the condition had even paralysed her not even to be aware of the proceeding in time. The time, here, had been vacuumized. The false awareness of being within another time, place and life that was the pleasure of reading, for her, was not possible. She was in another time, place, consciousness.(p29) on the back the man kept glancing at his watch but she knew her's was an useless thing, here.(p43) The power had shifted to July for now, a servant had become a provider for everything the Smales need. The old systematized world founded by the white people was gone, the money become only bits of paper and the black people even painted a blueprint in a world there was no more tax and they could drive for themselves. The time is the black people's, as well as the new delimited boundaries that Maureen had mentally and physically disability to cross, being poisoned in the illusion

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Maureen July, Bam Maureen, Space July's, July Maureen, white people, july servant, july's people,