Diana Koenraadt

Other early childhood memories

This post is a side-note to Everything is a witness statement. I remember being fed baby food from a jar. I remember being fed small squares of bread with jam. My mother would cut the […]

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Everything is a witness statement

Let me share some memories with you. I remember lying in my crib as a baby, and two heads appearing above me. They were radiating exuberance. A hand reached for the mechanical toy above my […]

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Ear tubes, tonsils and braces

As a kid, I was already dairy intolerant. I had problems after every glass of milk. Nobody knew, milk was at that time being marketed as “good for everyone”. I had ear, nose and throat […]

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Rewriting history

Memory is limited.. Today’s story shows it. In an earlier post I talked about the lip sync evenings in our village. I remember I participated with my mother in one of those. I remember she […]

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Myopia status update july 2020

On Thursday the 23nd of july, I had my first check-up for high myopia at the hospital. When, in January of this year, the optometrist measured -16, which was a 2 diopter difference from two […]

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Home is not a place

Around 2005, 15 years ago now, I fled the chaos and moved out. I moved 100 kilometres to go live in the city where I was attending university, Eindhoven. Life wasn’t easy, having just left […]