This is a longer story, or experience I want to share. I wrote this for you, for you who want to take care of yourself, to learn from my experience with myself and the experience I had with my mother regarding cancer and food. I wrote this when she was still alive, sadly she passed away on 11-10-2016. Read More…
How to picture rain?
How to describe the feeling one can have with an approaching storm when stranded next to the road somewhere in rural Africa?
How to bring the message over how it is to accept facts that used to be unknown?
How to describe standing on the road, looking to the horizon seeing clouds coming in? Slowly but surely they are coming. The colors are changing, the sun gets covered, the bright light dims, and darkness suddenly is there.
The wind starts blowing, fresh and you know things will be bad.
The birds once singing their tune keep silence; there aren’t even flies buzzing around your ears.
Yes, this rain, you see it coming from the distance. This rain is a part of the story I’m about to tell. Read More…
Continued from part 1, The Rainy African Sky…..
In that morning when we were together, before all the meetings, the conversation with Koko and the storm I tried to get my laptop working that broke the day before and I shared my travel to Children’s town story. That trip is a trip not to forget and they listened to what I had to say, so I began:
Landless corner was the place where I had to go off the bus. I was wondering why it was called Landless; how can that be? After a couple of hours bussing I arrived. The place was open – bigger places both from mud and asphalt was there where buses could stop to change passengers. Most of the big buses pass by without even limiting speed. All goes so fast and here at landless it seems that the pace of life even goes slower than I already experienced in Zambia. Read More…
This Saga, though not true to the true meaning of the word is about the story I have told many times, yet never written down, so here it goes! Maybe a bit of a read, but relax and enjoy the ride :-).
It was nearly December 2006. Together with my study team I was traveling in India. Incredible India, I wrote more about it in other blog posts, yet, this travel was incredible too.
We wanted to get a firmer understanding of life in a country so far away from the social bubble we were coming from. Read More…
I wrote this experience some years ago when I still was in India in 2009. I found it again and published it now here on the blog. It’s a nice memory to have learned from and the people I met are not forgotten.
“I used to be surprised how cold a cold season actually feels like. Whenever, in the hot season, you would like to have it to be cold, the more you want it to be warm in the cold season. I was near Delhi and Read More…
By Lizeth Marin,
Lizeth has been to an orphanage in Zambia between late July to late January. This is one of her stories she brought home. It is a story of one of the children she met there and she wrote it down for other people to share with.
“That night was my first time sleeping in a bed. I will never forget how Read More…