In 2013 Lev and me built these stairs. We renovated and built a lot of things in his house, but these stairs are the pièce de résistance. Continue Reading →
A while ago I was waiting in front of a traffic light with my bike when a young woman stopped next to me. She was on the phone with a friend and she was talking about a date she’d had the night before.
“He was really nice.” I heard her say. “I really had the feeling we hit it off. Until he suddenly told me that I had a very large forehead.” Continue Reading →
Two weeks ago I rented a car in Suriname for a few days. At first I was a bit anxious, because they drive on the left here and I had never done that before. But in the end it all went fine. If the steering wheel is on the other side of the car, you automatically also drive on the other side of the road. Continue Reading →
I’m glad to be back, though I’m busy as a bee.
I just had to write about this pleasantly portrayed man I found at a little shop in Rotterdam.
He’s still there, in a frame, for someone else to pick up, to be put up on a wall and to be looked at, maybe even admired. Continue Reading →
When you want to build a house on the same lot of land as your old home, you could of course demolish that home. But where then do you live in the meantime? Building a house can sometimes take years in Suriname. What you can also do is build the new house next to the old house. Continue Reading →
Even before I left for Suriname, people warned me: Be careful with your expectations. First it was my friend Steven who did that. He had spent three months in Moengo himself in 2012. After that Marcel Pinas, the founder of Tembe Art Studio, told me the exact same.
Apparently expectations and Suriname are no great match.
That also became apparent last month when I attended a meeting in the district’s building in Moengo, behind the doors on this picture. There were more than forty chairs set up in the little meeting hall. The organizer of the meeting, Donovan Pramy, expected around twenty people to attend. In the end however only six of them showed up. Obviously Donovan was very disappointed.
But too be honest, I was not. Because I also experienced the advantages of too high expectations. Because although only six people showed up, they had bought snacks for the expected twenty people. And I was one of the lucky ones who got to get home with the many leftovers.
Two weeks ago I met a woman who works at the district’s office in Moengo. She wore a khaki uniform. I asked her if everyone who works for the district has to wear an uniform like that. She told me only officials do and then she showed me the insignia on her shoulder and explained me her rank. Continue Reading →
Since arriving in Moengo, I’ve met complete strangers on the street who knew my name. “Feiko!” They shouted at me while I was passing by on my bike. I was very surprised about that. Moengo may be a very small city and I may be the only white person here, but I did not expect for so many people to know my name that fast. Continue Reading →
Not far from my studio a small group of construction workers are renovating a building. They’re all from Paramaribo. Two of them are called Romeo. When I ask if that’s not confusing, they tell me that they simple call each other by their last name. And their last names are not the same. Continue Reading →