Meeting a special man from Morocco
Sunday morning in Vilnius, nobody even took a book for one hour. Because I was alone, my enthusiasm started to go down. Then I stopped a guy who was from Morocco. He explained his difficult situation. His Lithuanian wife with their child, went from Morocco to Lithuania, just for the holidays and didn’t come back. So he had come to Lithuania to find them. She left him, without saying anything. I asked him what he is going to do,...
Book Distribution in Paris
All morning busy with meetings in the temple and the usual occupational activities. Started book distribution around 5 in the evening and it was a tough evening trying to distribute books in Paris. Now we are on the train heading back to the temple. Quite often we go up and down the train trying to sell books or doing Kirtan. Maybe there is still a chance of some books going out before the day is out. “Non merci, non argent, no...
The magic of Sankirtan
I was distributing books on Queen street, Auckland’s main CBD shopping street for a short time before driving to Hamilton another city outside of Auckland. There is many places that a book distributor or street collector could stand and I choose a strip which would be handy for my husband to pull up and pick me up. Although there was another girl at this spot distributing flyers for ‘Uber eats’ I didn’t fancy moving as it also seemed...
From the early days in Germany
Being absorbed in book distribution, we were hesitant to return to the temple, even for weekends. To stay out on Sunday provided a special challenge, as even today Sunday is a day where hardly any shops are open. Everything freezes to the sounds of bells being rung in empty churches, and the Germans retreat to their flats and gardens to once again cut their lawns precisely, so that no blade of grass can grow without the permission of...
Farsi book goes out effortlessly in Perth
We were having our weekly Perth harinama. An onlooker was video-recording this on his phone, so I approached him and showed him some books. He looked and said, “I am a Muslim. I do not believe in all this.” I enquired, “What language do you speak?” His reply: “Farsi.” I reached in my bag and brought out a Farsi “Perfection of Yoga.” He looked at it and said, “Oh, you have a Farsi book!” Without my having to say anything...
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