What is your favorite book from this library? Asked David when he was leading chapel on Friday morning a couple of weeks ago. It is this month, ten years ago that this library was…
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Five and Fifteen years/photos
Our girls said once when they saw our wedding pictures.. ¨Not fair that you had such a party without us! Yep, that is the way it happened;) This week is it fifteen years ago that we…
Making a home / photoblog
Home is where the heart is. One of those proverbs that sounds pretty cliche. But, the more we went trough moves and changes, the more we experienced it to be so true. We felt at home…
siblings – surprise – sleepover
In the evening before my parents 45th anniversary we all showed up unexpectedly. We organized a surprise sleep-over at my parents house. It was very unique to be together with all ten siblings. One of the reasons…
Found: a house!
Moving mood here!
Why in the world are you (t)here?
The border police raised his eyebrows. He saw a Dutch car approaching full with four kids. And he asked: “Where do you come from? Osijek. “Why? We live there. “Really? He answered in a low voice.…
Ti si moj Bog
The first drops that fall in my coffee pot are the strongest and the most concentrated. I enjoy it and don’t need a lot of it. And that is the case here with Croatian language learning.…
The language of silence
Transition is “the process or a period of changing from one state or condition to another.” Which means that many of us might be in transition. Things like a serious illness or the loss of a loved…
5. Slovakia, the Word for the Roma.
One story goes like this: Dad goes into jail, because he refuses to send his children to school. After three months, he is free again. Mom goes into jail now, because, she also refuses to…
4. Fotoblog Huisje Hongarije/ Photoblog House Hungary
Beauty is all around us. I remember a line in one of Elisabeth Mussers book: some people build a house, others make a home. We are not the ones who build a house, and making a…
3. Ukraine, "good luck!" at the border
I felt a knot in my stomach. Aren’t we crazy? Going into a country at war, with our four young, innocent children? Jelle said that we would be okay, that the war is not here, but…
2. Oradea, and an interesting grandma
The landscape is a little bit boring. We drove to the border with Romania, and it was a sad rainy day. The gray flats, from the communistic time, looked even more sad. The heart of…