Back in 1948, the color of the skin was efficient proof to dissociate bad from good. A word of Dutch root sprang up among South Africans and raised walls in order to separate the black from the white, the bad from the good, the masters from the workmen. The apartheid was a proper translation of the hood on the head. This segregation automatically worsened the relationships between people, created ghetto neighborhoods, threw colored revolutionaries into jail and brought down the cloud that traditionally covers Table Mountain even lower, almost over their heads. There were tortures, censorship, political prohibitions.

The legislated racism started falling apart in the '90s. Nelson Mandela (in 1993 he was awarded the Nobel Prize for peace together with De Klerk), a leading figure in the fight against apartheid, left his prison cell in Ruben Island and all that was left as a reminiscent of the white superiority was the written walls. Today history has become an attraction to some people and a brief history lesson to others. At the Victoria & Albert Waterfront (just Waterfront for the locals), the sea front that has totally changed Cape Town's* structural framework, in front of the Mandela Gate you'll find the Sea Princess, the boat that-if you find a ticket-will take you to the island across for a sentimental three-hour journey through history. For a journey whose last stop is the pain that's left embedded on the mouldy bricks of the cells.