Hoofdstuk 1; "De eerste ontmoeting".

Hoofdstuk 1; "De eerste ontmoeting".

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Lees hier in het eerste hoofdstuk van mijn boek: "Mijn indianennaam was Blanke Appel", hoe het allemaal begon. Hoe ik als buitenstaander en als blanke vrouw, door mijn ontmoeting met de traditioneel levende Navajo indiaan Jamison, de unieke kans kreeg om in Monument Valley te blijven en hoe ik langzaam maar zeker steeds dieper in de Navajo cultuur verstrengeld raakte.
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