A forest of oaks on a mound in the brook valley of the Leije in the 'Helvoirts Broek' The mist still hangs in the valley at dawn and in the distance the church tower of the village protrudes above the edge of trees
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…