BREDA | Two brothers with a sip of shared memories

In a quiet corner of Brabant, under a sky lit with stars, something magical happened. After a day of following Van Gogh's footsteps, the night brings us together for something simple yet powerful – an informal Japanese Tea Ceremony.

As I pour the tea, its steam carries whispers of the past, its warmth in the cool night air feels like a hug. My husband and his brother, separated by years and life's meandering paths, sit facing each other, their faces soft in the starlight, the same that once guided Vincent's dreams. The tea, delicate and profound, becomes a vessel for their shared memories, unspoken apologies, and silent acknowledgments.

As they sip their tea, it's like no time has passed at all. The silence and the sharing brings them closer, bridges the gap of years and distance, knitting together their bond. They don't need words. The shared glances, a laugh, a pat on the back says everything.