A Muslim’s kiss

Brussels in May: a bright sun was blazing down on the Southern, Red, Moroccan neighbourhood of Saint Gilles. I was looking forward to summer as I sat outside a café in the Avenue Dejaer. On my green sweater, a black-and-white Dominican cross caught...

Colour into the grey of everyday life

I am living in a German metropolis in close neighbourhood to an old people’s home. Since my retirement as a museum teacher, I have had the opportunity to bring the elderly persons living there a little bit more colour into the often monotonous grey...

At the supermarket

I was queuing at the supermarket checkout one day with my nephew John and his friend Tommy, both aged 7, when Tommy pointed to my Dominican badge and asked “What’s that?”