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"I have been writing since I knew how to handle pen and paper. As a child (birth year 1984) I have always been a dreamy girl, making up my own stories. At the age of 21 I quit my Journalism studies. I left the Netherlands and started traveling the world for about ten years, working as a Scuba Dive Instructor. This time gave me the inspiration for my first book ‘Worlds of a broken mind’."
- 9789402217902 / 978-94-022-1790-2
- 16 x 24 cm
We stare at each other, I’m cautious of the fire that spits out of his eyes. Who is this guy? Where is Xando? The deep fear that hits me tries to find its way out of my soul, but I try to stop it with all of my power. I try to fight my fear. Strange memories of my childhood are coming to the surface, but I can’t place them. I can’t make anything of it. It’s like these memories are not part of me, not part of my life.
Then Xando stands up and his laughter starts piercing through the Island. What’s happening here? This is not him. Maybe he’s…
WHAM! His hand punches my face.
"I said don’t touch me!" he yells and another punch follows. I grab my head, when I realize what is happening. I thought I could come closer, I didn’t know he had really lost himself. A shock thrills through my body; a moving wave of fear and surprise. I take one step back and sit down behind him. "Xando, is that you?" I ask silently. "No! No!" He waves with his arms as if he wants to kill a fly that is moving around his head. "You don’t know me; you’ve never known me… you… dirty bitch!"
I feel a sting in my heart, a sting in my underbelly, which hurts much more than the punch on my face, but I try to ignore this feeling. This isn’t Xando, but somehow it is. It seems like another person is standing before me. My head starts spinning and I wonder if this is real, if this isn’t just another dream. I touch my cheek, but the pain is still there, he really hit me. Am I going crazy or is he going crazy?