I hear thunder. Or at least that's what I think it is. There was lightening earlier in the night, so thunder is a logical explanation. But I am not in Kampala tonight. I am in Adjumani. Which is very close to South Sudan. What I just heard was not thunder. It was war. Today I... Continue Reading →
Last day of my leave. I want to make the most out of it, but I also want to take it easy. Easy on myself. Not giving myself the pressure that life and everything has to be epic all the time. I just drove around Uganda with my sister. We had an amazing time. That's... Continue Reading →
The attack at a Christmas market in Berlin. Again the same debate. About fear and polarisation. My last time in Berlin was during the summer when I travelled through this city on my way to Poland, Switzerland and Finland. But I visited the city before with two of my favourite girls in the world. It was a very cold and freezing spring break trip. I definitely have some good memories from this trip, but one that impressed me most was the early morning visit to the Berlin wall. The wall that once separated a city. The parts of the wall are still there in order not to forget. Not to forget what it is to live in fear and separation anymore, but be one united city.
breaks my heart. The little boy asking over and over again "will I die?" He doesn't understand what's happening. Where everyone is and why he is in so much pain. The incredible pain, the tears and most of all the utter confusion on that little boy's face.
If you haven't read my blog from yesterday, you might want to go back and check it out. It will explain what I am writing about today. Today's picture is from the puzzle I am working on with my family. So instead of meetings in Ethiopia, I am trying to put puzzle pieces of mountains together. Trying to create order in randomness and chaos.
We live in world with a lot of distraction. It's around us all the time. Our lives seem so scattered all over the place. Sometimes it seems like we have so many different things going on at the same time. We forget to focus.
This weekend I hosted Leo. He is a from Costa Rica and cycling from Denmark to Madrid in one month. So last night he arrived, tired and cold looking for a home. That's the thing I like about Couchsurfing. You always have a home somewhere around the world. Hospitality is not a complicating thing. You offer you home as a place to stay for people who need it. In return you have access to plenty of homes during your own travels and adventures. Sometimes I wish peace was that simple.
One of the first things I did when I woke up yesterday, was check the news on the referendum in Colombia. A few weeks ago, a dear friend of mine raised her voice at the very special moment. Surrounded by our camp community, which had become our family, she just heard about the peace negotiations in her home country. I remember the thickness of her voice, filled with emotion and hope. Never was the ending of the war in Colombia so close. Finally peace.