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	<description>Frederike Geerdink's weblog</description>
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		<title>He went for a computer</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 10:27:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Fréderike Geerdink</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[(I went to Gülyazi this week, one of the villages in the Uludere district where 35 villagers got killed in an airstrike of the Turkish army. Read this news agency article I wrote about it here, and a blog post here.) In the old days, says one of the smugglers, there were no stones at [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Two coats that don&#8217;t fit</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Dec 2011 08:01:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[And there I found myself, in a café in Istanbul with a book in my hands and tears in my eyes. It was the banned book by Ahmet Şık. I just bought it and really, really wanted to read it. But the first two pages not only took me an hour, they also drove me [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Desperate in a hazelnut train</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Aug 2011 21:52:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Fréderike Geerdink</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[‘One more hour?’, I asked in despair. ‘Are you sure? This can’t be! I need to get out of this train! I boarded in Diyarbakir, please, it’s enough!’ The train was going very slow, and almost arriving at a station, but again not the station of Adapazari, the destination I had in mind. The time: [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The most difficult thing about living abroad</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jun 2011 15:20:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Fréderike Geerdink</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Of course people often ask me if I miss my home country the Netherlands. No, not the country, but I do miss people. Not the Dutch people in general (even less since I’ve come to know them better from a distance), but the people close to me. My family, who has known me for fourty [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Language mate</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2011 08:26:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Fréderike Geerdink</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[‘Are there any tea wanters?’ That’s the example sentence I often use when explaining how different the structure of Turkish sentences is from West Germanic languages, like Dutch. The sentence is a literal translation of how Turks ask whether anybody wants tea. Years ago I didn’t know that and would build some rudimentary sentence myself [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fire</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Mar 2011 08:07:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Fréderike Geerdink</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[‘Spring has started, you don’t need wood for the heater anymore, do you?’ I asked my neighbour when I saw her chopping wood. I knew what she was chopping it for, I just needed to start the conversation. ‘It’s for the barbecue, why don’t you come and join us!’ The first real spring weekend in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The cleaner I deserved</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Jan 2011 13:44:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Fréderike Geerdink</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[‘Now please, stop talking and listen to me!’ I can hardly believe this is me talking. To my cleaning lady! But I have reached a limit. The paintings are still very dusty, she didn’t take the hair out of the shower drain, the windows haven’t been cleaned properly, there is still a huge stain on [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Crunch</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Dec 2010 10:53:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Fréderike Geerdink</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[‘In this hall’ – and the muscled guy switches on the lights – ‘you can follow crunch classes, or yoga, or pilates, or aerobics.’ I don’t want aerobics, yoga or pilates, and what the hell is crunch? Something with muscles, I understand. I ask where the swimming pool is. ‘There is no pool, but we [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The train’s old-fashionedness</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Nov 2010 21:21:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Fréderike Geerdink</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It’s not the train that is old fashioned. The train itself is modern and comfortable, and the seats spacious. Nevertheless, travelling by train gives me an old-fashioned feeling. The sound of the wheels on the iron tracks! The noisy and always a little bit scary passages between the wagons! The view of the front of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Watching the moon</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Oct 2010 10:30:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Fréderike Geerdink</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was exhausted after travelling, after talking Turkish the whole day and after meeting too many people. The last visit Rosarin and I paid was to yet another village family. The TV was too loud, the coffee too bad, the talk too long – and for a big part in Kurdish so I didn’t understand [...]]]></description>
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