In Helvoirtse Broek there are two small bushes of old oaks on two separate mounds. Early in the morning, the stream valley in which they lie is filled with mist. As soon as the sun rises above the horizon, its rays form elongated bundles through the mist in the bush.
Real encounters with people all over the world have attracted me from childhood. Traveling uninhibitedly unknown countries and continents and making contact with their residents. Those contacts with people in other parts of the world have taught me that the basic emotions of all people are the same. Unknown makes.. Read more…