Members of the Brida Community recount their childhood memories.
Alexandre, from Angola, shares his childhood memories – and how they forged his future. I grew up in a very poor village named “Zovo” in the municipality of Caungula, 12 hours or about 700 km east of Luanda, not far from the border to the Democratic Republic of the Congo. I share my story in…
I was born in September 1972 in Tianjin, China. My grandmother was a little disappointed because she wanted me to be a boy. What a surprise! Okay, I’m glad I’m a girl. I lived at the university with my parents, my sister and my brother. My father worked there as a professor in the political…
When I close my eyes and review the memories of my past, a sweet smile brings me back to my childhood. I was born into a relatively well-educated family. My childhood was accompanied by developments and improvements in media until my school age. A game often played was with paper cards with pictures of artists’…
I grew up in Mogadishu, the capital of Somalia. When I was young, I was a quiet person for my family and friends. At that time, I was very beautiful and gentle at home. At school, I hated some subjects and when I saw some teachers in the market, I threw stones at them, just…
Sounds come from the past. I can remember very clearly my mother’s sweet voice singing me some lullabies, the smell of jasmine tree in our front yard and the shining colours of different types of roses and a vine tree which was planted by grandmother, my father on my grandfather’s farm. It was full of…