My first three days of Arabic

Day 1 Today I had my first Arabic class. I learned how to write four letters and five signs. I learned how to connect letters and make them into words. So beautiful. I adore the dots and the little pictures that I'm drawing on the paper. With every letter I say the corresponding sound and it's such a nice feeling. I was having so much fun just learning the alphabet. Everybody else in the class shares my enthusiasm so we all had a wondedrful time. I am a little nervous about the vocabulary. I'm already mixing languages. When the teacher asked me a few [...]

By |2021-11-22T15:10:54+11:00January 18th, 2002|Creative, Uncategorized|0 Comments

And it’s on paper

I went in wearing my green cords and a relaxed purple shirt with a dark blue heart in a light blue box. 5 year old faded brown birkenstocks on my feet. One broken sole. Greeted by a man in a suit, man who is very soon to be my boss. In all of 3.5 days. I hardly said a word. Nodded a few times. Feeling so surreal. A bit shocked still. They have rejected over a fifty other applicants, and it was a process of three interviews. He said to bring the forms back either tomorrow or on Monday, and "See you 8:30 Monday". One [...]

By |2021-11-22T16:30:06+11:00July 19th, 2001|Uncategorized|0 Comments

The God of Small Things

It dropped on the bed and lay there looking so full of wonderful words and sad emotions. I looked at it sadly, hoping it would go on. It didn't want to be dropped. I didn't want to drop it. My head resting on my shoulder. Arm stretched out on the soft pillow. Tear rolled down the side of my face. A lonely tear. Quietness of the room made up for the noise inside me. Much sadness. Little small things entangling big things. How it made me feel. Only now that it's finished. It's been building up. Building and building. Word twists. Word jazz. Word blues. [...]

By |2021-11-22T16:16:43+11:00June 25th, 2001|Uncategorized|0 Comments

Little things

Two Australian expats died in Amsterdam in the last four months. Both of them moved here around the same time I did. One was my boss for a while. One of them a friend. Thoughts about them often creep in and start playing with my mind, messing me up. An odd thing happened when Adam died. The morning of his heart attack I was shopping for food at our local fruit and veg shop. I was buying potatoes, and I came across a heart shaped potato. But I don't want to write any more about that. It is still too raw, and private, and sensitive. [...]

By |2021-11-22T16:11:32+11:00January 15th, 2001|Uncategorized|0 Comments

Off he goes

During the last couple of months he lived alone. He had some friends at work and online but he lived on his own. We heard that he broke up with his girlfriend a while ago and started working late every day. I guess an expat would do that sometimes, just to pass the time, to forget other little life's problems. I don't know if that was the case with him. We weren't that close, and I haven't seen much of him in the last few months, although... We were friends and he was a brute. His facade was a big mean bully most times but [...]

By |2021-11-22T15:49:00+11:00January 14th, 2001|Uncategorized|0 Comments

and so it goes

"So many people ask me so what do you do. You know, at the parties people do it to start a conversation, get to know a bit about you. No-one understands me when I just say I live here. It's always like, yes, and?, and I don't have much more to tell them." - she said. She was a refugee like me once, about twenty years before I went through it all. It took her about ten years to feel at peace with where she was. It took her another ten years to feel happy just to be alive. "It is sad that people take [...]

By |2021-11-22T15:45:21+11:00January 1st, 2001|Uncategorized|0 Comments

First month in Amsterdam

I am in a slightly warped, miserable state of mind. But it feels right. It feels normal. I accept that a period of adjustment is necessary. I am mentally happy with what I have achieved so far. Emotionally I am broken. Physically just stable, as always. I feel very weak, but I know that I am strong. I am 21. I am on my own in a new city. I am back in Europe after six years in Australia. I have been back for just over three weeks. I have a fantastic job. I am working as Network Systems Developer for a large telecommunications company. [...]

By |2021-11-22T15:40:41+11:00July 25th, 1999|Uncategorized|Comments Off on First month in Amsterdam

Go to Top