Two years spent writing my thesis, coming up with ideas in Belgium, gathering sources in Japan, and writing most of the text in The Netherlands and Italy. Now that it’s done, what do I do next?
I didn’t even go to Sakhalin – Part 1
Two years spent writing my thesis, coming up with ideas in Belgium, gathering sources in Japan, and writing most of the text in The Netherlands and Italy. Now that it’s done, what do I do next?
Conquering Thieves Have Nice Gardens
After having studied in Italy, Belgium, Sweden, and The Netherlands, Indi has grown into a passionate Europhile. However, there is one country that cannot escape her scorn. Every time we talk about England, she cannot help condemning the betrayal of Brexit.
Am I Belgian?
In between writing my Master Thesis and trying not to disappoint my Internship supervisor, I took the liberty (and three days) to show Indi a bit of Belgium. Not exactly for her benefit mind you. But because an old friend asked me what being Belgian means to me.
Racing Diagonally through France
Some have said I rush around too much. That I don’t go on holidays but on races. Others have said that I should slow down, and relax a bit more. Let them talk. Three days is all I need to travel through all of France!
Not invited to London
While I scour Wikipedia for interesting ‘did-you-knows’, Indi has been busy building a robust social network. That means she gets invited to London, and I don’t.
Fully Booked – Hell is Frozen, Inhabited by the Drowned
Some books drag you to the depths of your soul, deeper than the cold arctic ocean, where mindless cod hang from steel hooks, left behind by singing fishermen, desperate to cling onto a rock called Iceland. Some books catch your mind on their barbs and don’t let go.
Georgia, Millennia of Female Protagonists
Not many people know about the small but beautiful nation of Georgia, and even fewer know about its rich and turbulent history. More than you might expect, this long history was shaped and directed by powerful but uncelebrated women!
Following Old Footsteps
At some point in adulthood you realise your parents had a life before you were born. They used to be young and different. Maybe they were cool, and you could have been friends. Doesn’t it make you curious, to see the places they have seen, to walk through a foreign city, to visit the house where they used to live?
Kids’ Laughter
I don’t know much about Germany. I only know I’ve never liked it. I’ve ‘never liked’ it for such a long time, that I kind of forgot why. I must have had a good reason though. Prejudice is always built on strong foundations. Obviously.