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As primeiras visitas virtuais projetadas pelo projeto ERA Virtual utilizavam-se do plugin Flash Player para a sua execução, já que esta era a melhor maneira de visualizarmos as fotografias 360º naquele momento. Com o avanço da tecnologia, novas linguagens surgiram e possibilitaram a visualização destas fotografias em HTML5, tornando o plugin Flash Player obsoleto. O suporte dos navegadores a este plugin foi encerrado em janeiro de 2021, e portanto, muitas das visitas tornaram-se inacessíveis. Nestas instruções você irá aprender a utilizá-las, bastando para isso a instalação de uma versão antiga do Mozilla Firefox, e posteriormente o plugin Flash Player.

Chaba Di A Fela

1º Passo
Instalar Firefox 40.0.3

Instale a versão 40.0.3 em seu dispositivo

Chaba Di A Fela

2º Passo
Instalar Flash Player

Instale o plugin em seu dispositivo

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The phrase (or “Ditshaba di a fela” ) translates from Sesotho or Setswana as "Nations/Tribes are perishing" or "People are dying." In Southern African literature and oral tradition, this is a somber and powerful theme often used to describe periods of great suffering, such as the impact of the HIV/AIDS pandemic, war, or social decay.

That afternoon, despite the grief, the remaining elders of Manyeneng did something they hadn't done in years. They took the children to the communal fields. They taught small hands how to turn the soil and bury the seeds. They sang the old songs, not as dirges, but as rhythms for work.

"If we only cry that we are perishing, we teach them how to die. If we plant, we teach them how to remain."

She reached into her apron and pulled out a small leather pouch of heirloom seeds—sorghum and maize that had been in her family for generations. She reminded the elders that while the elders and the strong were falling, the children—the orphans of the village—were still watching them.

"Our kraals are empty because there are no hands to milk the cows," Rre Molefe sighed, leaning heavily on his staff. "The schools are quiet because the mothers are gone. If the people finish, who will tell the stories of where we came from?"

Mme Masechaba stood up, her joints creaking like the old gates of the village. She didn't offer a prayer of mourning; instead, she walked to the center of the circle.