Category Connecting the Dots

NEW TEMPLATES

When you think you will be twelve and turn out to be thirteen – and the thirteenth leaves the group on Good Friday – you kind of know that you are on a special mission. Especially if the gathering takes…

LA GRANDE DAME

Five years ago, two days after the fire of Notre Dame de Paris, I wrote the text below. A text that is still hauntingly relevant, because it expresses exactly what we worked on last summer and will work on next…

THE POWER OF PICO

“I finally stepped out of the field of the Azores”, Ton said this morning, after his first quiet night since we left the islands. Over the past few days he has been coughing his lungs out, so intensively that it…

ANNE: SATURNAL DAYS

Waking up in Tomar, the day after our arrival from the Azores, I feel down.“Oh my god, you too?” Ton groans, turning to me. His eyes peek above the sheet and they don’t look cheerful. “I had a weird dream,” I…