It is mid-October 2020. On my birthday last Tuesday, another partial, and in my view a call for an “intelligent”, lockdown was announced. At times this evokes a nauseous feeling in me, which sometimes leads to deep dark thoughts. The next flurry that comes to mind is that my moods could be better. I look … Continue reading Route
Must have been about seven years old when I first saw the movie Help! with The Beatles. That humor and even better their music immediately appealed to me. And I can remember afterwards stealing the LP of the same name from my brother’s room, and then turning it gray. More LPs followed. More videos. Every … Continue reading Remembering #Lennon80
Facial expressions: a smile or a tear; I absolutely don’t want to miss them. I can’t afford to miss them. For me, it is a matter of survival. Because in the unlikely event that I could not hear you – as a hearing impaired person with Philips earrings – then before this perilous period without … Continue reading Expressions: show them to me
This morning I woke up before the alarm went off. No wonder, because when that thing goes off the whole neighborhood would awaken, and I gladly prevent that. My first appointment is with the physiotherapist this morning. At precisely 8 o’clock. And the good man immediately gets to work, pushing, pulling and massaging. Every now … Continue reading Discover your spot
It is early this Sunday morning when I drink several cups of coffee and open up Facebook. That first photo is promptly that of the canine adoption group, with of course a sight of the most beautiful dog in the world, looking out into the world, oh so, eagerly. Recently I became also a loyal … Continue reading Choices
The vacation was over. Slightly nervous about a new school year in a similarly new seventh grade, I shuffled into the largest bookstore here where I would receive my school books. The smell that met me upon entering was unmistakable. It smelt like a candy store. Intriguing and inviting. I’ll never forget that first time … Continue reading I want to live in a bookstore
The first joint I smoked was when I was invited to a neighborhood party at the time, where we ate mussels together. I – was already used to cigarettes – smoked the joint almost entirely on my own. And I should have noticed that everyone was eagerly awaiting the result. Me, who didn’t drink too … Continue reading Space-caking
Well, I don’t know about you, and your ideas about your writing antics, or where that sense comes from at all? My first memory of my will to write dates back to the time when ‘Anne Frank’s Diary’ was compulsory reading at school. I was twelve at the time and we were taught about World … Continue reading Anne made me wanting to write
That morning I caught that train in the nick of time. The whistling started, and at the last moment I was able to free my trenchcoat from clogging doors. It was busy. So busy that people were forced to stand everywhere. The heat still hung around everyone. Slightly thin scents immediately penetrated my nostrils, the … Continue reading Train treat
Yesterday I ran into him again. The primary school kid from two classes below who now towers above me for a meter or so. The kid is now married to the woman who was once engaged to another boy next door of mine. They have produced two girls who invariably belong to the iPad generation. My God, how … Continue reading Be kind. Always.
