Beings of light

Here in Aberdeen I work in child­care. When it’s bed­time, I tell the chil­dren sto­ries about Nar­nia. Some­times I also tell sto­ries that I have made up, and we come up with new ideas togeth­er. This always involves a large amount of mag­ic and fan­ta­sy. Sto­ries about strange crea­tures and mys­te­ri­ous pow­ers are not only …

Out of the blue

I inhale deeply as I step into the plane. Kerosene and cof­fee, the friend­ly smile of the KLM stew­ardess; it already feels a bit like com­ing home. We sit down and I take my book out. It’s a Dutch book by Babette Porceli­jn. The title trans­lates as: The hid­den impact — every­thing for an eco-pos­i­­tive …

The end of livestock?

Cows graze in the mead­ow and chick­ens roost in the chick­en coop at night — any­one who has suc­cess­ful­ly com­plet­ed kinder­garten can tell you as much. But just as we have not always lived in our com­fy hous­es, the ances­tors of our farm ani­mals led their own lives on the grass­lands and in the forests …

Down the stream

The sur­face of the riv­er is con­stant­ly chang­ing. A small group of ducks rush­es along, float­ing in the stream. The water surges around the stones that pro­trude into the riv­er. With­in a few kilo­me­tres the water will reach the sea. We would like to make this trip with a canoe some time. But for now …

Shared pain

With the dog on a leash I walk along the bank of a small ditch. A majes­tic swan floats in the mid­dle of the water and eyes Maus sus­pi­cious­ly. A lit­tle fur­ther on a cat cross­es the street. We con­tin­ue and pass fresh green weep­ing wil­lows and a group of coots whose star­tled flut­ter makes …

To the north

With four hun­dred peo­ple aboard the plane hur­tles through the night. I try to find a posi­tion to sleep. If I lean too much to the right, my leg falls asleep, but when I sit up, I get cramps in my neck. My thoughts do not leave me alone. The news that we received a …