Showing posts with label autobiography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label autobiography. Show all posts

Monday, October 25, 2010

In mijn onschuld

This is a dutch book, so probably only interesting for the Dutchies. Another autobiography and another amazing story. Here's is the backside of the book. A definitely: READ IT!!


Na een nare periode keert Merel van Groningen op haar vijftiende terug naar het internaat waar zij eerder heeft gewoond. Ze is een getraumatiseerde, eenzame tiener die wanhopig op zoek is naar liefde. Die vindt ze bij haar mentor. Hij geeft haar het gevoel dat ze mooi en bijzonder is, en dat ze in ieder geval bij hem een heel speciaal plaatsje in zijn hart heeft. Zo weet hij haar te verleiden tot een geheime relatie. Pas als blijkt dat Merel bepaald niet zijn enige liefde is, begrijpt ze dat hij misbruik heeft gemaakt van haar vertrouwen. Merel moet dan verder leven met een gebroken hart. Dit is haar verhaal. 

Friday, October 15, 2010

Mijn leven in de hel, English title: Slave Girl

I read this book a few weeks ago, but it's still in my mind, the story is still fresh. 
It's about a english girl that comes to Holland, and get's stuck in the red light district in Amsterdam.
Here what's on the backside of the book (only for the Dutchies sorry, I will look something up in english for my in international followers)


Mijn leven in de hel - Sarah Forsyth
De negentienjarige Sarah Forsyth werkt op een creche in een Engels provinciestandje. Op een dag ziet ze een advertentie: LEIDSTERS GEZOCHT VOOR KINDERDAGVERBLIJF IN AMSTERDAM. Ze is wel toe aan wat avontuur en reageert onmiddellijk.


Na een serieuze sollicitatieprocedure wordt ze aangenomen: het lijkt wel een droom. Die droom verandert in een nachtmerrie op het moment dat Sarah op Schiphol aankomt. De mensen die haar ophalen duwen haar in een auto, nemen onder bedreiging haar paspoort af en rijden regelrecht naar de Amsterdamse Wallen. Daar wordt ze zonder pardon achter het raam gezet. Haar ontvoerders laten er geen misverstand over bestaan: als ze probeert te ontsnappen, zal dat haar dood worden. Anderhalf jaar lang ondergaat Sarah de meest vreselijke vernederingen, tot ze uiteindelijk dankzij puur geluk en een onbewaakt ogenblik de mogelijkheid vindt om te ontsnappen.


Slave Girl - Sarah Forsyth
Sarah Forsyth has spent most of her life in fear. Born in Newcastle in 1976, from the age of three, the very people who were meant to be looking after and protecting her were sexually abusing her. Somehow overcoming the hurt and heartbreak of this horrific childhood, Sarah managed to build a new and happy life for herself as a nursery nurse. 
Then, one day, Sarah spotted a newspaper advert for a job in a creche in Amsterdam. Thrilled by the prospect of a fresh start away from Newcastle and all the memories it held, she eagerly signed up. But within minutes of stepping off the plan in Amsterdam her life began to fall apart. There was no creche and no job: Sarah was a victim of sex-trafficking. That night, a just twenty-one years of age, her life - her real life, her life as Sarah Forsyth - ended. 
Fed cocaine and cannabis, and forced at gunpoint to work as a prostitute in the Red Light District of Amsterdam, Sarah was turned from a young innocent English girl into a desperate and terrified crack whore. Riddled with fear about what her pimps would do to her if they caught her trying to run away, it took Sarah almost a year to find the strength to fight back and escape. But, unlike many of the girls that she was forced to live and work beside, she did get away. Sarah Forsyth is a survivor. This is her heart-rending story.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Ik kan wel huilen ( I could cry)

A very impressive documentary about two girlfriends and there fight against breast cancer.
One of the 2 woman gets diagnosed with breast cancer. They decide to film eachother through the out the process of dealing with breast cancer. A very confronting documentary about the effects of cancer on her body, their life and their friendship. Special!


You can see it here: Ik kan wel huilen

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Holland Doc: Ex-Moeder (Ex-mother/mom)

This documentary is about a daughter filming her life with her mother.
Her mother is a drugs addict and have been for a lot of years already.
She now decided to film whats she goes through in her daily life.
It's about saving her mother from drugs but also saving her self from a drugs addicted mother.
She shares her feelings, emotions, moments of frustrations and so much more.


It's emotional, heart breaking and confusing. And that's exactly what makes this documentary so good and inspiring.


If you want to see the documentary, check it out here: Ex-Moeder

Sunday, October 3, 2010

I wear the Veil

Just watched a documentary made by an Canadian woman for her daughter. It was about her wearing a veil because of her believe in the Islam. She wanted her daughter to make up her own mind about wearing a veil or not. She visits (with her daughter) Muslim woman around the country and talks with them about there view on wearing a veil. At one point she visits her parents, she was raised catholic, and it was very clear that her parents weren't agreeing with her turning Muslim.
Throughout the documentary you noticed that she realizes that her view on her own veil changes. And at the end of the documentary you see how see took her veil off and took another way in life and religion.
If you want to see the Documentary you can do so here: I wear the Veil

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Autobiography vs. biography

What about asking people to tell there own story, and collect does stories?


I find it very intriguing what people tell about themselves. And what people will tell about that same person.
There always be a difference between there own story and the way other people saw that place in time. 


That difference is the difference between an autobiography and a biography. What is the real story, is there a real story?


You can also ask that question to yourself. Who is the real me, is there a real me?. You see yourself in a way that other people can't see. But that's the same way around, how other people see you is also hard to see yourself.