Walk down Memory Lane

These past days I'm back in the town where I lived as a teen after my African childhood years.

Call it searching for my Dutch roots and this is one of them… the school where I had to learn Dutch at dawn.

I was amazed that it's still there, but as the wooden boards before the windows betray… It's not in use anymore and looks like it hasn't been for quite some years.

Hope they will find a new destination for it, but at least I'm glad I had the opportunity to preserve it for the future as a photo.