Artikelen van Marie Zwetsloot

I could only do this in Ecuador. The day before finals. Instead of studying, my host mother wants me to join the party she has organised for her friends. Candlelight, food, and lots and lots of wine. I tell myself I can look through my notes after the dinner. I mean, till what time could it last? These ladies are more than fifty, sixty years old. Besides, what could possibly happen? I’ll get a bi...

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 A man next to me is yelling at his girlfriend, wife, it could even be his mother. I can’t figure it out. Opposite of me, a girl is talking in sign language to the screen of her computer. I am talking to my sister in the Netherlands. I am sure we all three have completely different conversations, but there is one thing that the man, the girl and I have in common: friends, family or lovers on ...

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Where am I? What time of the year is it? What am I supposed to celebrate today? Usually when I get back to Quito after a weekend of hiking in the mountains, I feel a bit overwhelmed by all the traffic, the crowds of people and the amount of garbage. This time I am more than just shaken. I am completely disorientated. It started two weeks ago when I opened the door to the house that I live in with...

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I can´t deny it any longer. The end of semester is getting closer. It´s over with the travelling for a while. I need to get into my books and revise what I was supposed to have learned in the last three to four months. Usually, I am quite prone to exam stress. I´ll get overwhelmed by the amount of chapters that I have to remember or I´ll get stuck on little details that actually don´t really matte...

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Friday. The end of a day full of classes and a week full of exams. My plan for the night is simple but essential. I’ll tidy up my room, which will clear up my mind at the same time, and I’ll watch a film with my host mother after. The moment I enter my room, I see my plan falling to the ground. I can’t believe what I don’t see. My worn clothes, muddy shoes, empty cups of tea filled with mandarin p...

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The excuses I have for not having to work on my web log are usually pretty lame. I’ll urgently have to buy apples, my room will be too messy or I can’t find the exact words to express my thoughts. So I’d better wait. Yes, if I always listened to them, I would never get something done. However, this time I think my reasons were quite legitimate: no electricity.   “No electricity?” I wasn’t t...

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The excuses I have for not having to work on my web log are usually pretty lame. I’ll urgently have to buy apples, my room will be too messy or I can’t find the exact words to express my thoughts. So I’d better wait. Yes, if I always listened to them, I would never get something done. However, this time I think my reasons were quite legitimate: no electricity.   “No electricity?” I wasn’t t...

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My friend and I are walking from the bus stop towards the main plaza in the historic town of Quito, when all of a sudden a man approaches us. “Señoritas, did you see what happened?” He points at my friend’s back. This is great. Bird droppings all over her shirt. I also notice some splashes on my arm. Luckily, the man is very helpful. He offers us tissues and tells us that there are bathrooms nearb...

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“All classes cancelled. Instead, we’ll march.” Flyers have been spread all around the university. All have strong feelings about the new law of education that has been proposed by President Rafael Correa. Even though a foreigner doesn´t have the right to rebel against the government, this is something I don´t want to miss. My plan for tomorrow: I’ll get up early, take a bus to Plaza Grande and wat...

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What does it mean to be indigenous? The front cover of my travel guidebook (The Lonely Planet) proposes one way of interpreting it. A short man without clothes and with paint on his face. Surrounded by trees. Looking up. This is where your own imagination comes into play. He is either looking for a plant with healing powers or looking for some dinner. Maybe a monkey, a snake or, even better, what ...

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Marie Zwetsloot

Marie Zwetsloot

UCM student Marie Zwetsloot applied for a freelance job at Observant as soon as she arrived in Maastricht in 2007. Becoming a journalist one day is something she keeps in mind, though whether she would like to study journalism is another question. Theatre, development or conflict studies – it's all possible. Born and raised in a small village in the north of the Netherlands, she left home early to finish her last two years of high school at the United World College of the Atlantic in Wales. She is ashamed of Geert Wilders but proud of Dutch biking culture. Last year, Marie was a student ambassador in Peru. She is currently on exchange at the Universidad San Francisco de Quito in Ecuador.