Homesickness when at home
1997. On a warm, sunny Summer day in the garden of the house I grew up in, surrounded by pasturage with sheep, a corn field and a forest, I’m taking a sip of my soda, and suddenly the thought pops up: “Ik wil naar huis.” “I want to go home.” This was not the first, nor the last time that sentence enters my mind. It arrives … Lees Meer