This Week I visited a fortress in what was once German East Africa.
The place still carries the weight of authority and distance — a reminder of how far power once reached, and how long its traces remain. As I walked through the grounds, I became aware of a 160-year-old witness still living there.
It has seen flags change, footsteps come and go, orders given, silence return. It remembers heat, rain, waiting, and time passing without interruption.
- It cannot speak.
- It does not explain or accuse.
- It simply endures.
Its identity reveals itself only if you pay attention to the way it moves through time — slowly, deliberately, carrying its own shelter wherever it goes.
A turtle — alive, unhurried, and quietly present — holding more history than many monuments ever will.
