The rush of talent to Grahamstown for these ten magical days creates a vacuum which sucks all things and thoughts cultural into this little steeple-ridden city so that even the most boorish of individuals suddenly find a lightbulb in their minds going "click", and within the circle of hills we find ourselves in all memories of the outer world dissipate in a fog of convivial culture conversation. Welcome to Fest. Related posts:Magic. In a particular time, in a particular place Arts fosters ubuntu, says minister JC le Rad