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Oma, how were the good old times?
In the last years of the Second World War, my grandmother was born in a small village in Northern Germany. After training to become a professional housekeeper, she married my grandfather. Together, they maintained and lived off of my grandfather’s farm, where my grandmother moved. Growing up on this farm together with my grandparents, I…
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Volunteering in a Spanish village that even Google can’t find
What is “Agres”? Do you mean “Sagres”? No, Mr. Google, it’s Agres, trust me. A village is resting on a peaceful mountain that is ever so present in the narrow streets that feel more vertical than horizontal. A bundle of houses squashed together – a place where everything is close, and the people are even…
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Life at home in Germany
Quietude I am sitting on a bench under a blossoming linden tree. When I close my eyes and listen I can hear the birds sing, the wind rustles in the trees. Quiet murmurs of a little river. Perhaps two, a maximum of three people talking as they walk past the bench I am sitting on.…
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Земјата на бело и црвено
Велат дека патувањата никогаш не завршуваат, туку само поминуваме низ моменти кои ни го менуваат животот и продолжуваме понатаму. Ваквите моменти можат да бидат мера за успех или за неуспех, но, во секој случај, тие носат искуство, а искуството е ресурс кој го стекнуваме со време, а не со пари. Како што рекол Толкин, малку…
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A White and Red Country
It is said that journeys never end, we just achieve milestones and keep moving on. Milestones can be a measure of success or a measure of failure, in any case, they tend to impart experience and experience is a commodity one purchases by spending time instead of dime. Little by little, one travels far as…
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