by Femke van Zeijl ...he more or less admitted the amount I owed was based on the vivid imagination of a power company employee, since not a single person had…
by Femke van Zeijl Maybe it is the STARs that keep coming, or P-Square's music we all dance to, or my need to believe in a future for this country some…
by Femke van Zeijl My landlady is beating the talking drum clasped under her left arm. When she sings her voice sounds half her age – the Yoruba lady is…
One last time I take a look out the large window. I spent so many hours sitting in its sill, thinking, enjoying the view over the Utrecht houses onto the Dutch…