What to say, what not to say.

My parents named me Sander. If I hadn’t been a boy, my name would have been Marije. When my little sister was born, she got that name. I was born in Utrecht at 17:50h CET, ‘just in time for dinner’. It was a Monday. The date, 1 February 1982. I think it was rather cold.

I grew up in Vught. I had good times. Attended elementary school there, followed by grammar school. Fast forward to 18 years old. I graduated and went to University. I moved to Enschede to do so. I’m still enrolled, studying Communication Science. I’m going to graduate in September 2007.

I love history, writing, languages, photography, travels and design. I love the clickety sound of my camera. I love to listen to people speaking a different and unintelligible language. I can be inspired by quotes of great (wo)men. I love the sound of a ticking clock in a silent room. I love Norwegian mountains. I fear them too. I admire many heroes, among which are Martin Luther King jr., Michiel de Ruyter, Frank Sinatra, Godfried Bomans, Virginia Woolf and John Coltrane. I dislike dogs. I hate slow and reckless drivers. I am ok with losing. I enjoy poker. I love good whisk(e)y. Finally, I hate not having a Starbucks in the Netherlands.

Bon, ça, c’est point final.