Loss and rescue: An elderly refugee story
Aaid is 72, a Rohingya refugee. His wife and grandson were shot during the perilous journey from Myanmar to Bangladesh. During his get-away from men with knives, he saw a little boy crying along the street while there was a house burning nearby; the boy was calling for his mom and dad who were nowhere ...
inSignificance
A wise Buddhist said something along these lines: when you add a spoon full of salt in a glass of water, the water becomes unbearably salty. But, when you put that same amount of salt into a lake, it makes no difference. It is a lesson for when we feel drowned in our own sorrow ...
Loss and longing: A teenage refugee’s story
Her name is Raahila*. She is twelve years old. I could imagine her being at school right now, making the big step to go to secondary school. But she’s not. And when she looks straight at me, I can almost feel the pain in her eyes. She’s a refugee whom just weeks ago escaped the ...
portrait of two lions
On our daily sunset game drive, already circling around for quite some time. Suddenly the radio cackles, apparently there is a coalition of young lions on its way. We take up the hunt. It is pitch dark, we feel we are alone with nothing but the sounds of the African bush. Suddenly our tracker switches ...
Downtown of Yangon
The old downtown of Yangon is the place to soak up the authentic atmosphere of the city with its long, narrow and perpendicular streets losing yourself in the constant buzz, deliberate chaos, various smells, a multitude of colours, strange noises and a mixture of architecture. I strolled through these streets numerous times for long hours. ...
bear with me.
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unforgettable Ella
We either didn’t know where Ella was born nor exactly when. It was said that she probably was a Podenco mix from Spain. We’ve found her in an animal shelter where she was waiting for a family to give her a home. She was found tied in front of a supermarket where somebody abandoned her. ...
return to sender.
My Dear (or should I say my Dearest, but I guess that would not be adequate anymore, although terms of endearment have nothing to do with emotions or lack thereof, in my opinion), you’re asking me what brought me to my nuclear decision (your words, not mine), terminating our relationship. Well, here we go… you ...
be the one?
But then what if you are not? Almost 20 years ago, Igor N. (texting in the photograph), now 42, left his native town an hour’s train ride from Moscow, because he thought he could be the one who would make it. After generations of failed artists of various arts in the family, it looked like ...
Black and White – Together
We are black and white. We are the sky and the earth. We are a man and a woman. All together. Different, but same. We are the love and the hatred, glued together. Nothing will ever separate us. That’s the way it’s supposed to be, so stop fighting, stop crying, stop resisting. It’s time to ...
Glory of Sunrise
Rare are the moments of true beauty and our sleepy heads miss the glorious sunrises almost every morning. The perfect lighting for which photographers would pay for, and the calmness and peace surrounding eternity. By the sea, only seagulls would share this moment of reflection with the awoken human eyes. The pastel colors appear like ...
A Memory
What would life be without memories? How could we survive in the present without the experiences we learned from the past? It seems so obvious for us that we don’t give much thought to it. Memories are part of us, it is up to us to decide how we interpret them, what kind of value ...
any old day.
a croissant with strawberry jam (not home made, but very decent), a glass of freshly pressed orange juice and a cappuccino. your preferred breakfast (late, at half past ten) in a café just off town centre, served by your usual, yet not very friendly, waiter. no tip, of course. and the entire day ahead. what’s ...
paint it black.
If you really feel you are Mick Jagger, does it matter that you are actually not? This is a weekend challenge story.
overrated.
There’s no time too long to stand, do nothing but stare in front of you. To contemplate things and expect no outcome. Note your conjectures down. See them proven wrong. Hear unfamiliar voices and try to make sense of them. And fail spectacularly yet again.
j’ai belga.
Barman at Café Belga. The slow hours, just after lunch-time. I ordered a cappuccino and the barman said « Wait and watch how I make it! » So I did. Waited and watched. He showed me how to put the palm-tree design in the milk foam on the top. Then, when he saw my appreciation, ...
Flowers for Friendship
In 2016, Belgium celebrated the 150 years of friendship with Japan by building a beautiful Japanese design from flowers. More than 100 volunteers assembled this famous tourist attraction in four hours. Every two years Brussels’ Grand Place gets covered by a flower carpet consisting of nearly one million begonias.
some of his thoughts during the game.
It’s a good position. I’ll win this game. And then I’ll be depressed. It’s a bad position. I’ll lose. But then I will know precisely who is to blame. Not me, for sure. I usually remember if play with white or black. If that Tuesday afternoon on the 17th of June 1986 I move queen ...
note to self.
for one moment it almost looked like as if the day might have turned out not altogether too bad.
Spooked Butterfly
“Good morning,” they wished to each other. “What a lovely day, don’t you think?” continued the blue one while stretching her little wings. “I thought of visiting the red rose in Ms Potter’s garden, she looks so gorgeous and delicious in sunny days like these. Would you care to join me?” replied the spotted one ...
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portrait of two lions
Downtown of Yangon
bear with me.
unforgettable Ella
return to sender.
be the one?
Black and White – Together
Glory of Sunrise
A Memory
any old day.
paint it black.
overrated.
j’ai belga.
Flowers for Friendship
some of his thoughts during the game.
note to self.
Spooked Butterfly
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The way she kissed him, all the eroticism and tenderness, and he found his answer, his vow, his vow to her.
early march.
Crows at shoulder height sitting on a fence. I shiver as I pass them. They scrutinise me, their eyes say “you’re in our debt.” They’re frozen, I realise. Things around them are in motion, all’s a blur. The fence has faded into a perfect mid-grey, but they’re still there, very black, suspended in time. I …
lost cat.
WARNING! Zelma went missing on Nov 11. Not a day too early, frankly. Last seen in Heywood park to the horror of pigeons and small children. Be very careful in the neighbourhood! Female with tiger-tail and a matching flair for murder. Will purr her way into your house and take your loved ones hostage. Needs …
picture window.
“He won’t move from the window. Has been staring out for an hour now.” “Is that a problem?” “I think he’s frustrated.” “Oh, okay. That’s all, you think?” “That’s all? You know he cannot handle frustration.” “There’s no harm in staring out the window.” “He’s not contemplating the scenery. He’s barely conscious.” “He’ll come around.” …
don’t say melodrama.
“No. I always wanted to be a flute repair technician.” Alexander Zeng-Hou, 57, billionaire number 401 on the Bloomberg Billionaires Index in 2017 with a net worth of around 7 billion US dollars, father of five — two sons and three daughters, all very successful in their own right, owner of luxury homes and resorts …
Beginning 2
Looking at Winter, I could feel the wind at my back and the cold water at my ankles. I could almost taste the salt on my lips and mouth. With a gentle nod, I remembered sailing back home that day.
white night.
The street wasn’t real. It could’ve been, though. People were walking on the pavement precisely the way people walk pavements, cobblestones were shiny blue, tree-trunks reassuring, every dog had an owner and storefronts had nothing to hide. Things were overwhelmingly in order. The café, too, was perfectly ordinary. The waiter was ignoring us, you were …
Bright I
I am ready to love you. Every one of you. When you’re sad, I’ll try to help. When you’re sick, I’ll suck your snot for you, ’cause you sure can’t do it yourself. When your scared, I’ll give you something to be brave about. But when you need a hug, a kiss, or somebody to …
in vain.
Woman holding a slightly muddy stick in her right hand, raised at an angle of an enthusiastic Roman salute. Body straight and statue-like. At her feet a dog. A Hovawart, body tense, ready to bolt. Head towards woman’s hand, eyes fixed on stick. Woman sways stick every few seconds, backwards then forward, as if about …
Fragile resistance
A shell of its former self, but still standing, against all odds.
Friends forever
They will be friends forever they’d said. In 2020 ‘forever’ was shorter then expected here in Bergamo.
boardwalk.
It’s not the fear It’s the courage to ask: “Do you care?” A calculated risk is what you’ve been enjoying for some time now. And you might ignore what’s at stake as you’re lost on the waterfront in the early hours of a day that may not come into existence after all.
The road chooses you
Time. The luxury of time. Freedom to choose the direction. Freedom to pay for spares and gasoline. Heading towards the horizon. Well prepared but without fixed route. Taking detours. And detours from the detours. Driving, following intuition, the landscape, a shadow on a hill. Exploring and discovering. Meeting people on the way. Sometimes yes, sometimes …
Truth in mind
Do claims become truer if you keep repeating them? Who believes that? Someone? Seriously? Truths become truer through repetition. Truths become truer through repetition. Truths become truer through repetition. Truths become truer through repetition. Truths become truer through repetition. Truths become truer through repetition. Truths become truer through repetition. Truths become truer through repetition. Truths …
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“Took you much longer than usual to remove the makeup.” “You reckon?” (red backstage door flush-shutting, spring-slammed in place by oversized mechanism, also red) “Up for a drink?” “Sure.” (men’s dress shoes, semi-shiny, size 9.5, clacking on wet, parking-lot-grade tarmac, accompanied by squeaky noise, probably sand or muck gathered on the soles, gradually disattaching and …
Giants Playground
It is another world. At least unfamiliar. Colors, landscape, shapes, weather. Everything is different than usual. It hasn’t really started yet. It is the end of May, the roads in the highlands are still closed. Only the ring road that surrounds Iceland is fully accessible. But in some places it already looks like a playground …