By Robert Cornelis – It’s one of the first warm days in May, and I am slightly thrown off by how lush and green my hometown appears. In my memories of Diemen, it was a…
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By Ottla Lange In my first week of studying cultural Anthropology I had been told to write down everything I observe, when in a new or semi-new environment, within the first twenty-four hours. After this short period of time a person starts to become blind for the things that used to catch their eye. Now after travelling through East-Africa for two weeks – to visit the countries where my father, who died in the airplane crash of MH17, had spent most of his time working as an aids researcher – I can say that this could not be more true.