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TBD Submissions Jeff + Nina

Big thanks to Jeff for being the first to use the Throwback Diary voicemail account! (929 320 0024) Listen as he recounts his transition from high school to college, “for me it really was…a feeling of belonging.”

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This did bring to my attention that messages are truncated at 3 minutes… I don’t think I can change this (working on it), but please call back and continue talking if you’re ever cut off.  Let’s all encourage Jeff to call back so we can hear the end of his story!
~thank you, Jeff~


“My name is Nina. I’m from the Netherlands. I have been writing in diary’s since the age of 14.

Nina's books
Nina’s books
On the photo you can see all the diary’s I could find. Some are completely filled others barely. The dark green one is only filled with the adventures I embark on with my 85 old grandmother. When I cannot write. When I have no words to describe my feelings I paint. And I call them my “medium dagboeken” what basically translate to art diary’s. I have about 16 of those. These are filled with drawings, quotes from my favorite books poems songs and movies.
Nina's drawing, a quote from "Kafka on the Shore"
Nina’s drawing, a quote from “Kafka on the Shore”

“The second photo is really bad, my camera died and i took it with my phone.
Summer 2014 it’s a quote from kafka on the shore writen by Haruki Murakami.
‘And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.’”
~thank you, Nina~


2 thoughts on “TBD Submissions Jeff + Nina”

  1. Catching up with TBD today so just seen these posts, and they’re both awesome. Nina your art is beautiful and you are fortunate to have this medium and talent to express yourself. I love the quote and hope you don’t mind if I pinch it. Jeff your voicemail moved me to tears, so deepfelt was your memory of being free at last to be you (and being accepted as such). And it resonated. In my case the military at 17, rather than college, but a place that felt more like home than home for the next nine years. Thank you both for sharing

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