In 2004, my mother met a woman at a train station. Her name was Juldi and she had just fled from Liberia. This encounter was the beginning of a special relationship between her and our family. She was like an older sister, though one with a completely different background.
Juldi suddenly died three years later, a few weeks after the birth of her second son. Even though I was old enough at the time to broadly understand her situation, I never asked a lot of questions. Searching for Juldi arose out of my curiosity for a woman who came into my life by chance and whose influence is still apparent.
Book 'Searching for Juldi' - hardcover, 17,6 x 25 cm, 116 pages
Shortlisted for the Unseen Dummy Award