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I am new to the blogosphere, just a few weeks old in fact, and I’d been wondering, even before I posted my first entry, why it was I was doing this. Who would want to read my thoughts and musings? Who was I to assume that I had a right to send my grumblings and…
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The world is becoming an increasingly dangerous place. Or is that how I am supposed to react to every news report from the Middle East and other nefarious hot beds of terror dotted around the world? Are such reports and incidents designed to provoke a sense of unease and fear within me, that will ensure…
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It’s Monday which means a long morning walk in the Vondel Park with the dog. It’s a (very recent) Monday tradition initiated by my cleaning lady, who comes by on Monday mornings to tidy up my mess from the weekend. She’s from Ecuador and speaks no English or Dutch, so we tend to have lots…
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This poem first appeared in The Guardian in October 2004 It’s only when he turns the pages, touches the paper,that his eyes light up He keeps a scrapbook of images, pictures clipped from magazines of places he’s never been. Mountain ranges and forests skyscrapers and empty boulevards. He gazes at them and dreams. Talks of…