On this Saturday morning I was planning to sit in this nice coffee place in Mariatorget, my favourite neighbourhood in Stockholm, and concentrate on reading my book in front of a good coffee. Yet something on my way here awoke in me the need and desire to write on a subject that since many weeks has been in my mind and in my heart: poverty.
It was actually my arrival to Stockholm that more and more pushed me to write about this subject. Having arrived from Holland, where I lived with the feeling that poverty was not part of human reality, I was again confronted with its existence since the very first moment in Stockholm. Read the rest of this entry
“The first months after our arrival in Switzerland every morning I used to came across a mother with her kids. Our children attended the same school and although for many weeks we saw each other at several events our relationship never went further than a greeting.
At that time I was looking for new friends like a hunger wolf and I couldn’t explain myself why she was being so distant. But soon the moment of truth arrived. One day due to a teachers’ delay we were obliged to have a little talk and terrified she asked me:
– Tell me… your… wife, does she work?
When I told her that I didn’t have a wife but a husband she almost hugged me:
– Oh! Really? My God, I feel so relieved!
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