How awesome was that. It started the day I heard I graduated my VWO high school, something I had been slightly nervous about. But from that moment on, it started. First with “graduation parties”, it seemed like the whole city was throwing parties for one month (from my perception). After that leaving the family house, “in-between year abroad”.
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Is death the end?
While my girlfriends are diligently learning in school, I’m eye to eye with an open cremation in the holy city of Varanasi. A burning human, only covered with some waferthin colorful cloths, does something to your mood. A ferocious confrontation with the finitude of human existence. I’m barely seven years old.
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