Synopsis
Carrying bottles, pots, wire, twigs around their shoulders and a few pieces of clothing, Boesman and Lena are forced to roam dusty clay roadways in seach of shelter and a better existence. Driven from their shanty once again by the white man, they walk the South African Cape Flats, a place theyve been many times before, and in a life theyve been forced to live before. They find a rusty car door, some old logs, a tarp and in a familiar routine, start making their home on a muddy slope outside of Cape Town, wanting some warmth from the wet and windy night. Lena haunted by meaning to her life. Boesman, filled with rage, spite and fear, wants to numb himself with wine and quiet Lena with his fists. Boseman tries to forget: the curve of her neck, her glistening eyes, her skirt flapping as she dances; but Lena is trying to remember: his broad shoulders, his loving eyes, his warm presence watching her. It is all distant. As far as theyve walked so many times before.
As the night falls, a stranger appears. He is a Kaffir, a Xhosa tribesman. Although different from them, he is also looking for nourishment. Lena befriends the old man and shares her tiny bit of bread, as well as her memories. For Lena, he is another pair of eyes, a witness to her existence in this world. Boesman shuns him and mocks Lena for her sympathy. The man dies, leaving Lena alone with her memories and Boesman with his anger. But the mere presence of this stranger transforms the lives of the desperate couple that find their state basically the same, yet significantly altered.