Allergy daughter suffers in Amsterdam

Tulips. Spring in Amsterdam, while the girls are playing soccer I warm my face in the rays of sunshine. After some doubts and different options and destinations we followed my heart and came to Amsterdam as a treat for springbreak. I listened up the words of an Maroccan friend who whispered to me that being with my sister was something I should consider as time is so thin and and occasions so few to spend some moments with realitves. It's good we're here.

The drive from the airport to my sister's home in the old docks of Amsterdam recall memories from previous stays and make all travel to forget and inspires me with small projects for this week.

Solange just experienced again a severe reaction, not food connected but probably by the green grass, the new leaves and blosseming trees. She suffers from cramps and Ï can't feel my nose anymore', Í feel weird, my nose, my stomach''. Medication won't help first, some runs to the bathroom, stomach ache, swollen eye lids, coughing, difficult to respirate. Lays on the bed, feels sick. I encourage her to take a shower, to calm down by the warm water. I bring her a small chair so she sits under the warm stream. I hear her coughing, her breath is uncomfortable still, she hates she stomach ache, that makes her angry as she tells me now.

I recall last year's spring in the Netherlands and her swollen eyes, the deep purple colored skin of her cheeks.

Allergies make their way into spring and seem an indication for a new season. I don’t know if the recent reaction is something about the environment or a small sausage she had with bread. I suppose it's the first one. I am tired myself now, these situations cause thorough insecurity and every time it’s cold stress. For her, my allergy daughter it consumes tons of energy, long moments of a not clear definable feeling of fear.