Some time ago I decided to write my photo columns in English. Well … I call it English, however it is a kind of Dutchie English, easy to comprehend and easy to listen to. The cause of this change in language lies with a dear friend, he works as a journalist for The Age, a well known Australian newspaper.

I met him some three years ago when he visited Amsterdam during the memorial day of Theo van Gogh. He came to Assadaaka and we, Ahmed James and I had some very interesting conversations. Some time ago he wrote to me and informed me of the fact that he was writing a book about Islam in Europe. He had some more questions and he was also very interested in how things are going over here. I told him to visit my web log and Zeeburg.nu. He told me that he would like that very much, but that he couldn’t understand a thing. So I started to write in English. At first I thought, well he can learn Dutch, but no, I felt suddenly that I wanted to write in English. I a way it stretches the mind to alter your daily habits, once a while.
So now I hear the voices of the everlasting suppressed ones. I want my language to be The One - at least in my own country - and if you don’t listen to me well I could make a bomb and you know my life is worthless without the reality that everybody speaks my language. So … in the name of the Language God I solemnly declare you war on language.
Photo column Tess


