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The red and the white

18 Mar

You know, the two small versions of yourself, sitting on your shoulders,
the one on the right is white, the one on the left is red?

They give you advice. Or rather, they stalk you with random comments.

The red one said: Oh look, over there, the cute guy from highschool…

The white one: Oh no, not him again. Look away!
(and then, after some seconds): I said, Look away! There’s another cute guy over there, look at him!

The red one: Okay, it’s now or never. You almost never bump into this guy. What could be wrong with saying hi?

The white one: Don’t be stupid, she’s not gonna do that! What would he think?

The red one: What would he think? You’ll never know if you don’t talk to him, right? And by the way, he probably had so many beers by now that he won’t remember a thing in the morning.

The white one: Oh, he will remember. And he’ll think you’re embarrassing.

The red one: Nonono, he won’t think you’re embarrassing, he’ll find you cute! Look how amazing your dress looks on you! Just go for it!

The white one: I warn you, if you dare to step closer…

The red one: Too late, I’m gone already.

And yes, I walked over to him. I said hi. He’ll probably think I’m a crazy stalkerish funny little weird girl. With curls. But I did it, didn’t I?



13 Dec

I was working on a little hospital, somewhere in a little village in Africa. I had to mix sand, cement and water to make mortar. It was heavy work. But there was an African boy helping me. He looked younger than he was, but he was stronger then he looked. A hard life made him tough, I guess. He didn’t speak English, like the other boys of his age, because he didn’t have money to go to school long enough. I could see that he was frustrated because he couldn’t talk to me like the others. But he made it clear to me that he had something important to say.

‘Mimi nakupenda’

I knew what it meant. But he didn’t trust that, he didn’t know if my Swahili was good enough to get the message.
I drew a hart in the sand. He nodded. I got it.
But to be sure, he came to me again, the next day. He must have asked his friends for the translation in English.
The first time he said it, I didn’t understand his pronunciation. He said it again:

‘I love you’

I understood. I made it clear that I already knew that. I smiled. What more was there to say?

I will never see him again. But I think about him a lot.
Even though we have a completely different life, even though we didn’t speak the same language, even though we knew we would never see each other again, we completely understood one another in that one special place and moment.

But here, in real life, sometimes I have the feeling that communication is impossible. How is it that all our computers and blogs and facebookaccounts and television seem to make real conversations so hard?


26 Nov

The good talks you have with people you don’t expect it from, are the best. If you start to talk to somebody you don’t know that well, and suddenly end up discussing life/food/the world/drinks/filosophy/food (or did I mention that?)/love/religion/food (I’m not obsessed!)/… for hours, then you had a good time. Quality time, like they say.

The point is that with people you know and expect to have a good time with, you can be disappointed. But if you’re surprised by how many people actually share your thoughts and fears, you feel understood. And if there’s anything we all need, it’s to feel like we’re not alone. Life can be wonderful too.