Ouch, Painfull!!

Arrival

When I arrived at the airport in Curaçao on April 8th, Donald came to pick me up. He brought me to his house where I could stay for the month that I am here. I am thankful for that.

But once we arrived at his house he said: “So, here is soap and shampoo, there is the shower and give me your shirts, you stink.”

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What to Write?

What to write is not so difficult. But how authentic, or how much will I withhold? I read the boek from Tamara Valkenier.


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Dear Diary

Every scar is a sentence I can read
Every silence echoes what I need
I kept running, but the past ran fast
Building walls from memories that last

Dear Diary, tonight I choose to fight
I’ll turn my wounds into my light

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The Passport Affair

The last weeks I left my passport on the same place. Because this was the one thing I should not forget or get lost in any way.

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This is the last time

This was how it looked like, the last day I was here. Not neat, but I did not have to according to the new owner. So I went easily along with his terms.

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