The Hague | Crossing Borders Festival

I am pretty lucky to get to travel every 2 to 3 months and I indeed take a lot of photos, record also vlog footages. However, it takes me a lot of motivation to put those videos together, and editing photos is even worse.

I went to The Hague in the beginning of November (yes, it’s the end of November now) and stayed there for the weekend to attend Crossing Borders Festival. It is a music and literature festival, which was amazing. There were authors and artists from all over the world, gathered together in The Hague, performed, talked about their arts, their books, poetry, politics, society, everything. It was such an eye-opening experience and I would love to attend the festival again next year.

The Hague in fall was lovely, a bit windy but it was sunny as well. We had a walk along the coast, listened to sea gulls (which remind me of Finding Nemo all the time), drank lots of coffee and got to visit some excellent exhibitions.

I brought my analog camera with me along the trip. Unfortunately, I don’t own a scanner and it costs 10 euros to get 20 photos scanned, which I can save to buy another 2 film rolls, so I just scanned them myself with my dsrl. Here are some of the photos from my travelling, hope you enjoy.

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All photos were taken with my Canon AE-1 and Samsung Galaxy S5.

Much love,

– dgna –

 

rambling session: on bubbles and being relevant

I went to bed at 4 AM last night. The consequence is I had to debate with my lazy self if I really need to go to my 10 AM class this morning. And I’m glad I did. We watched Hannah Gadsby’s standup comedy show called Nanette on Netflix, in which she talks about genders, sexuality and her stories. The show is brilliant, powerful, hilarious and extremely sad at the same time. It was quite a lot for me to digest, content wise and emotion wise, to the point I wanted to cry afterwards and I had to deeply inhale a few times to get a little bit of the tension out of my head and my chest.

I looked around the class. There are 10 girls and 1 guy. He is gay. And I wondered why. Why aren’t there no straight male person in a class talking about feminism, besides my teacher. There was one, actually. He quit after the first session. He told my teacher he didn’t see any points for him to take the class and he is more into classic literatures. I was shocked when I heard that. It does matter to him and to everyone. I mean, he is a heterosexual white man and there are endless possibilities that he can do to change the world. Sadly, he doesn’t see it that way. As so many male fellas out there. They don’t see it that way.

We talked about bubbles after watching the show. Academic bubbles. How we were in the same bubble at that specific moment. In our bubbles, we have access to information, to literature, to art. We have tons of opportunities to educate ourselves, and we are willing to do so. However, outside all these bubbles, and even inside, is the rest of the world. Racism, homophobia, sexism, discrimination and ignorance exist in all kind of shapes and forms.

I now understand why I am always frustrated talking about gender equality and feminism to my friends, especially guy friends. I feel like I am not listened and understood. It is not that they are incapable of understanding what is happening everywhere, they just don’t want to, maybe they are lazy. From their points of view everything is fine and they don’t see any problems with gender equality. I sometimes wonder if they really think so or it is just so easy for them to have the privileges so they don’t feel the need to see the world in another perspective. Well, privilege is often invisible to the ones who own it.

I am lucky enough to be a part of the bubble. It’s a privilege. And there are responsibilities and duties going hand in hand with the privilege I own. I first started the blog simply as something to get stuff out of my head, but I want more now. I want to make the bubble bigger. I want to share my thoughts and I want to inspire people. I want to reach out. I have a small ambition of contributing to change the world, little by little, although I don’t have a lot of faith in humanity. Humanity is not trustworthy, but let’s not lose all the faith. Even though it is much easier to just ignore all the bullshits and pretend that things don’t matter to you, it is not the solution. Take Trumps and Brexit as examples. That’s what ignoring turned out to be.

I listened to a conversation with Paolo Giordano last weekend, and he said something like this: “When you’re at your 20s, you are energetic and you want to achieve so many things. You want to change the world. Human might have spoiled everything but you still believe you can protect the it…At that time, there is nothing worse than being irrelevant.”

So yes, please be relevant, since every action counts.

 

Thanks for reading. Much loves and appreciations.

dgna