When Love sees one of its own in agony, it mobilizes a search party that will not rest until it has found and embraced the one who went missing. It sets off on a rescue mission that will endure any hardship that comes its way, burning with the fire of a heart that bleeds for [...]

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It’s been raining almost constantly since I arrived in Taipei some ten days ago, …a far cry from my usual hot & dry West African habitat. As beautiful as rain can be, life under the umbrella gets restrictive after too many days of downpour… I was looking long for a beautiful skywatch picture, and at [...]

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If I could turn back time I would relive all those moments again The good and the bad The wonderful and the painful The laughter and the tears If I could turn back time I would hold my breath and be still I would take in every sight Every smell, every look, every word spoken [...]

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Dad, do you remember? Two years ago on Monday you called me from Sweden at 5 am Niger time, to tell me that my mother had drawn her last breath. My heart panicked and I asked you, are you sure? Are you really, really sure she’s gone? You were so brave. You strengthened me. You [...]

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…sends her all love and greetings to her grandfather in Taiwan!

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Many of my favourite skywatch moments this year have taken place with my dad. Since I came back to Niger after summer, we’ve been riding out just about every weekend, discovering new places and enjoying the expanse and change of scenery. There’s something about the Niger sky that just speaks right into my heart. My [...]

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Everywhere I’ve been this past week, I’ve seen snow. Beautiful white snow. It is the kind that adults talk about and children dream about. Pure white snow. Inbetween the beautiful and the pure, there are spots of tainted snow. It is the kind that adults accept with time, but which children can never dream about. [...]

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Bettan Garvi on the ice, 1975 Arne Victor Garvi on the ice, 2008 I love you both so very dearly! For a recap of the above, here is the post that tells the story: Retracing my roots.

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Bettan Garvi, Tunisia, 1986

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Mormor. If I could just turn back time, I would come and sit at your table. I would share a Swedish fika with you and I would listen to your heart. It was so beautiful. Mormor, my very own dearest grandmother. You loved your maker more than anyone I have ever met. Your heart was [...]

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On Saturday morning, Ramatu joined Anette and myself for an early ride. This was a big day; not only because Ramatu dared to ride out by herself in the bush (in a country where women generally never ride) but because we got to do something together that both Anette and I love so much. Ramatu [...]

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