Missing passports

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It didn’t start well this time. The Indian Embassy in Berne didn’t approve our photos although we used the same as last year. We had to retake these burglar photos without smiling and looking straight to the camera and sending them again to Berne. And I was so glad when I saw the envelope from […]

Deep-rooted

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    Planting a tree is something special. It is like taking the decision to build a house or finishing the studies at university. It feels exciting. The new tree is a sweetgum and shall mark the beginning of a new period, hopefully a sweet one. Our sweetgum will be watching us every day through […]

Stolen postcard

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    It was fun writing postcards two years ago in Italy. Every postcard had been personalized: for grandmother Mémé, for auntie Raymonde and uncle Didi, for godfather Jean-Pierre and godmother Katja. At the end, every postcard was a little piece of art that wanted to be stored for eternity before going on the big […]

Rare species

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  Sunday afternoon in the South Indian zoo of Trivandrum: there are hundreds of Indian families with their children and two Swiss boys with their mother. We want to have a look at the lions, crocodiles, zebras, monkeys and their friends. All the local people have the same purpose. But, as soon as they discover […]

Hit puberty

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He’s got this bright smile on his face. It is promising. Two years passed that I took this picture. So many things have changed. Now, my ten-year-old is discussing with me why I dare punish him by shutting down his iPod for a day; he is arguing with me because I push him to go […]

A heart of gold

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I don’t know his name but I know his heart being wide open when boys start crying. He is a Nepalese waiter who left his family to earn some money in India. He saw Little-boy slipping, falling down and breaking into pieces his small, freshly finished soap stone artwork. He saw Little-boys’ tears running down […]