A city is as good a place as any to search for sunken treasure – even a city without lakes or oceans or rivers. Jo'burg has plenty to offer in the way of pirates and sharks. And buried treasure.
...through the basement of one building, down a tunnel, into a storeroom without lights, through another short dark tunnel, navigating the pitch black with the torches of the station's maintenance crew, until we arrived at a space quartered by wooden frames and chicken wire. And there were our posters.a time capsule submarine, while the ocean of humanity passed above us, the noise filtering down through the cold.
The posters hid as much as they revealed – underneath the layers of bubbling paper, we could see fragments of older posters. An advert for a theatre production from 1954 melded with a poster for Christian Scientists, promising to reveal God's purpose. The coral tree on a poster for Durban remained neon bright and cheerful, even after half a century. There were posters for forgotten cigarette brands and brandy, and Epic cooking oil…

~Nechama Brodie

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