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Day 361 – Midway point

I still remember the first week I was here in Uganda. Hosted by a wonderful family. Felt at home pretty quickly. Sat on the same couch as I am sitting on now to eat my first home-cooked meal. 6 months... Continue Reading →

Day 359 – When I was in primary school..

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... Continue Reading →

Dag 239 – Heb het leven lief

Tijd is een bijzonder iets. Menselijk. Bedacht om grip te krijgen op de wereld om ons heen. Het is zondagavond. De hele dag loop ik al rond met deze blog in mijn hoofd. Woorden die zich langzaam vormen, herschikken, verdwijnen en weer... Continue Reading →

Dag 218 – Ik leef

Het voelt als heel lang geleden dat ik in het Nederlands schreef. Ik zocht even terug en herinner me dat ik schreef over contrast. Vorige week zondag was ik ergens op een Mount Kadam. De rest van de week in Amudat,... Continue Reading →

Dag 190 – Tijd om te zaaien

Tijd voor een nieuwe blog in het Nederlands. Ik moet er nog even aan wennen om in het Nederlands te schrijven, maar ik vind het fijn dat er nu meer mensen zijn die kunnen meelezen met mijn verhaal over leven... Continue Reading →

Day 187 to 189 – Week 2 in Uganda

2 weeks. It feels like so much longer. But it has only been 2 weeks. It's hard to grasp in a way that I just spend a week up north and that I am now back in what will be... Continue Reading →

Dag 183 – Eerste indrukken

(Disclaimer for non-Dutch followers, this blog might be disappointing. From now I am planning to write a Dutch blog on Sundays. Just to summarize my week and the blogs I have written before. Especially on fieldtrip weeks, I might not... Continue Reading →

Day 180 to 182 – Lemon tree

It’s weekend. A warm and peaceful Saturday. I wrote a blog post on Day 180, but somehow it disappeared in the draft stage. My head has been too full with all the thoughts and emotions to write something down. But... Continue Reading →

Day 175 – Surreal

It still feels surreal. It hasn't quite sunken in yet. I am leaving for East Africa soon. To a place where there is hunger. People are starving. To a place where there is war and never peace. People are on... Continue Reading →

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