My family...
...is from Curacao. When I was only six years old my father moved to the Netherlands. By then my parents had already split up. So I grew up with my mother, a very strong woman. A father figure I never had so my mum always spoiled me by giving me everything. So after a while I figured out it’s time to find a place for my own. The conversation with my mom was hard because she didn’t want to let me go. I burst into tears, leaving my mom, my sister, my best friends behind. On the plane I said to myself: “What the f*ck are you doing? Why are you leaving for the Netherlands?” I arrived at X as a student about eight/nine years ago. I didn’t know anything and thought the people were strange. I finished my first year and then started working at another company. I remember that I thought: “What the f*ck is this?”. I was only allowed to cut cucumber and onions. After one month I asked my old chief at X if I could come back. I appreciated the freedom I had at TU Delft. And recently I became Chef BBQ at X.
I didn’t...
...finish high school. In Curacao I had to choose between different disciplines. And I couldn’t really choose one. In the end, I had chosen ‘care’. I’ve only done that for one year and I didn’t think this was gonna work for me. Then I switched to technique. After that, I only stayed at that school for two months, and then I dropped out.
