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Pictures tell stories – Small help for a big kitchen

Pictures tell stories – Small help for a big kitchen

Thousands of photos are stored in my Google Photos account from the past year of travel. I selected the 10 best pictures, with the most interesting stories, to give a good impression of my journey. Sit back and enjoy!! “How do you want the pumpkin to be cut?” I try to explain to the old lady next to me. She is dressed in a colorful sari typical for India. Her weathered dark skin reveals her age and connection with the…

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Pictures tell stories – The cricket game

Pictures tell stories – The cricket game

Thousands of photos are stored in my Google Photos account from the past year of travel. I selected the 10 best pictures, with the most interesting stories, to give a good impression of my journey. Sit back and enjoy!! “Would you like to try a local drink?” one of the guys asked me in broken English while handing me a bottle. It is difficult to see what is in the jar as the small room is scarcely lit. It is…

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Pictures tell stories – Design & Construct

Pictures tell stories – Design & Construct

Thousands of photos are stored in my Google Photos account from the past year of travel. I selected the 10 best pictures, with the most interesting stories, to give a good impression of my journey. Sit back and enjoy. “Can you please secure this beam there…, 27 mm from the edge?” Michael is instructing me while giving me the other end of the beam. I take the edge and carefully position it at the almost washed out pencil mark. I’m…

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Omaatje

Omaatje

The day is there, I feel it. Gently, an invisible force pulls me into the infinite space around. Free, detached from my body. Pure, light, no attachments. I look around as the scenes are changing rapidly in front of me. A chapter that is finished, part of a dusty old book fully of magnificent stories. That book can be closed. Memories deeply anchored in the earthly world are left behind. Staying forever in the hearts of my dearest. The finally…

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Where the equator crosses the international dateline

Where the equator crosses the international dateline

A story from the perspective of someone living in Kiribati. In 2016 I went to Kiribati on a university funded trip to research the impacts of climate change and to do some ethnographic research.  For me, dawn was the best time of day. In Kiribati, dawn was spectacular. Sitting in the middle of the equator and the international date line, the experience of dawn in Kiribati was unique, I was sure of that. The clouds parted like the lips of…

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A chapter of love

A chapter of love

Love. Warming; pulsating in all veins. Radiating through your face. A smile. Your day is good. Uplifting feeling in the stomach. Nothing can go wrong; the sun seems to shine even brighter. The time flies. Words of love and compassion pass your mouth, expressed into this world. It is real. Something you thought was not possible, far from the truth, now here. You feel it with all your heart. Wait… your mind starts to rush in countless thoughts. Instead of…

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Arriving back in India

Arriving back in India

The airbus a320 comes to a smooth halt on the seemingly nicely paved strip of concrete. As a swarm of ants vehicles in all kinds of shapes make their way to the aircraft. The lights around the airport create chaotic shadows on the grey ground. A mechanical sound pierces through the aircraft as the after landing checklist is being rundown by the captain and his first officer far away in the nose of the metal tube.  My body feels as…

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Candlelight

Candlelight

Silent. The little yellow flame calmly rests on top of the scorched fuse. You can almost hear it humming of joy with plenty of fuel to go through. He isn’t bothered by the certainty that their is an end to his life. The shape stays constant with only slight movements from right to left, back and forth when the air around changes of direction. The inner core, closest to the fuse, for no particular reason looks transparent. As if the…

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‘The Camino is like life’

‘The Camino is like life’

A rough road partly covered with cobblestones stretches in front of me. It continues as far as I can see, as it carves its way through the lightly sloping landscape. On both sides, endless fields of golden coloured wheat plants swinging back and forth on the light breeze in the air. The sun is approaching noon with its highest point in the sky. I can feel the intense heat rising up from the stones below me, giving me flashbacks of…

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A poet: “zon”

A poet: “zon”

About 2 years ago I first spotted this poet at the train station ‘Amsterdam Sloterdijk’. It immediately gripped me. I started reading it over and over again wondering about what could be the meaning. Why does this particular poet touched me so much? A few weeks back I spotted it again, this time at station ‘Duivendrecht’. The feeling of amazement was immediately back. Let me simply share it with you; Ik sta een tijdje met mijn vriendje op de dijk.Kijk,…

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