Onze buurvrouwen zijn onze rots in de branding. Alleen dankzij hen houden we het hoofd boven water en verpieteren we niet in de emigratie. Ze zijn een lichtpuntje in de diepste duisternis.

Vandaag zijn wij samen 10 jaar

Carlos, Berlin

"Hebban olla vogala nestas hagunnan
hinase hic enda thu wat unbidan we nu"

The first blossom on a healthy Saguaro

It’s beginning. 🌵

Dankzij onze bestie ontdekken we geweldige plekken in Alkmaar.

🐤

And in the end, my brother died — and I can’t even say goodbye, because that old motherfucker stole our lives and our home. Fuck all of this.

2025 hasn't been an easy year for me. Two fights with homophobes, got locked up in a holding cell, after which I had a meeting with the prosecutor. My iPhone got stolen for the third time in three years, Twitter got blocked who the fuck knows how many times.

My cellmate — a mentally ill Polish man from the next solitary cell — turned out to be more humane than the people I fought with and the police officers who arrested me. When we were finally free, he simply came up to me and gave me a hug.

The funniest and saddest part is that I couldn’t do my duolingo while I was in jail — and you just can’t explain to the police that the owl is being toxic to me