“To speak a second language is to have a second soul,” Charlemagne said. Each language has unique expressions and images that we can use to express ourselves, to see the world in a new way. At the age of six I started to learn English, after starting classes in an American school in Holland. IContinue reading “My Second Soul”
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Nostalgia…
It’s been 9 years since I last visited Venezuela, the country where I was born and spent much of my childhood. The name used to be synonymous with beauty and oil wealth. Now, it’s an experiment in how dictatorship and corruption can cripple a country, trigger the worst humanitarian crisis in the hemisphere and divideContinue reading “Nostalgia…”
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