My mother met Juldi at a train station. Juldi had just fled from Liberia. A special relationship developed between her and our family. She suddenly died after the birth of her second son. Luckily, we are still in touch with her sons. They live in a small village in Friesland with their father. Abdoul and Yasin are lively westernized boys, both with their unique character. They still have little awareness of the turbulent history of their parents.