Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on monday 10 september 2018
Sunlight burst through the enormous windows and flooded the church where the young boy’s father preached. The boy stood there, unable to move, and gazed up in awe to where the light entered. It was then that he understood that in the same way light now reached into the darkest corners of the church, so would light reach into the darkest of hearts.
Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on monday 12 march 2018
Moving from Australia to London in 1979 wasn’t as great as I’d expected it to be. In fact, it turned out to be an enormous culture shock. The roads weren’t paved with gold at all; society wasn’t as sophisticated as people made it out to be, the weather didn’t agree with me one bit, and above all, the people weren’t as friendly as the people in Australia. England seemed so backward to me, that for all I knew, I could just as well have landed on the moon.
Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on tuesday 5 december 2017
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Episode 13
In the days following his attempts at contacting the man called Dave, Giuseppe found himself recalling moments from his childhood in the Melbourne suburb of Moorabbin. They were memories triggered by what he saw around him, and the feelings that came with them were often mixed.
Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on tuesday 2 august 2016
I stopped eating meat about a year ago. Why? Because I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror any longer without feeling bad about the abuse and exploitation of farm animals. I had already cut down on meat consumption years ago, and now I felt it was time to stop eating meat altogether. Not long after that, I stopped eating nearly all dairy products – I only eat butter, and occasionally cheese – which, basically, means I have a vegan diet. However, this still doesn’t make me animal friendly. And, on top of this, I don’t feel the need to associate with other vegans.
Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on tuesday 12 january 2016
“Don’t take it seriously, dad,” my eldest son said to me, when we were playing Monopoly along with my girlfriend a while ago. Every time my sons make remarks like that, I become alert. Sure, I knew he meant it literally, he was telling me not to be absorbed by the game. Still, this remark had a deeper meaning to it, and a few days later it dawned on me what he really meant. Whether or not he was aware of this, he meant that I could simply enjoy the game and our get-together.
