Your Story in my Blog by Gudrun

The sun was beating down on us, we had found a quiet little spot in the park, relatively quiet that is. Dunya festival in Rotterdam Central Park! On days like this Rotterdam becomes a village, everywhere one sees acquaintances, colleagues, known faces, even my ex comes along with my daughter: daddy weekend.

There had been a pen knife lying in the grass, a thick shiny thing with a pair of scissors, a screwdriver, a little saw and file. Oliver picked it up.

Then I see someone standing in front of m