Twee jaar terug het ek (toevallig) Auschwitz besoek. Dis ’n dag wat ek nie sal vergeet nie. En ek weet nog nie hoe om met my (half-duitse) kinders daaroor te praat nie. Maar dalk is dié skrywe ’n begin.
Category: Life
Musings about life in general
Tsundoku of history
On the art of piling up books to read one day, and the comfort (and sometimes discomfort) it brings.
Should we follow rules we don’t agree with?
What do we do if we don't agree with rules or laws? Do we follow them? Or do we break them? And is it ok?