Our lost paradise

Paradise‘When there is one Muslim in heaven, I ask God to send me to hell …’

Paradise

He is from Iraqi’s Kurdistan. ‘I am ashamed of being a Muslim. Honestly! I was born in paradise. We sold our freedom to the Arabs and we get violence in place.

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The refugee and the inhuman proces of waiting

I have Elisa on the phone. She is missing my stories about refugees. To tell the truth, it still surprises me that I wrote 29 stories in such a short time last year. Not only that. The book highlights many things that are hidden by the media and are at least even important.

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Happiness has no reason – On the road and Christmas

We embrace old and new friends in Brussels, Paris, Grenoble and Turin. We spend a week near Plum Village, a Buddhist community founded by the Vietnamese Thich Nhat Hanh, where every breath is Love. We leave our books in their libraries and with friends. Love is flowing and we walk breathlessly through the stillness of the first snow in the mountains around Turin. Pure magic…

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Without friction no shine

We are born naked and slowly but surely, we dress ourselves with the veils of oblivion and we start to create our own beliefs systems, which are related to our culture and religion. One morning we wake up and start to realize that everything we have ever assumed for truth is nothing more and nothing less than an illusion.

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Joy and frustration around ‘One Love – One Heart’ – Face behind the refugee

Never before the birth of a book has been accompanied by so many labor pains as the testimony ‘Volk van mijn VOLK’ and her English equivalent ‘One Love – One Heart’. From the moment the twins were born, I could feel my own power again and my physical recovery started. The phoenix arises from her ash…

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