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I prefer being proud of Arjen, Wesley, Robin and Rafael.
There is a lot of bad news lately.
The bad news is that the infamous Yoran van der Sloot is the second best well known Dutchman worldwide.
The very bad news is Geert Wilders and his PVV party at yesterday’s elections have attracted 16% of the votes , almost tripled the number of seats in parliament, and are notoriously the best known Dutch disease worldwide now.
Terrible. I want to hide away. I want oblivion. I want drugs to anaesthetize the mind.
Sex and Religion
Religions, that is the three monotheistic religions, have an awkward relation to sex. Especially to extra-marital sex.
Kris, Dian & Ingmar are leaving me behind ……
No, it wasn’t like a bolt from the blue. Yet, the moment I read it on ‘Soto Betawi‘ my heart skipped one or two beats. That moment the point of no return was being passed. I experienced ambiguous emotions. Great for them, but – putting the proverb on it’s head- to me ‘partir c’est mourir un peu’, leaving is dying a little. That is: being left behind is dying a little. And they for sure are going to leave. This is their announcement:
The date is set: June 17. We’re going to move within one month to Jakarta. Set-up of the new office is already on the way, thanks to our friends of Collier International. During the second part of June, and probably the whole month of July we´ll be very very busy. Looking at apartments, taking care of Kris, looking for office space, playing with Kris, doing interviews, giving Kris his drinks, meeting old friends and bringing Kris to bed! Most things are already taken care of. Most of our cloths and books are already being shipped. Practically everybody is already informed about our imminent departure, so it’s official!
Married Couple..
Some light verse wisdom ( translated from Dutch) by Willem Wilmink (1936) on wife-husband relationships:
Married Couple in the Train
With one’s dearest sweetheart in the train
can be so pleasant and keeps one sane.
The wonderfully fashioned chair
is for both such a happy affair.
Red, White and Blue
Is there any reason to bother the world with petty personal stuff like showing and talking about one’s grandchildren?
No there isn’t.
So no sentimental nonsense about grandchildren. Cunningly I therefore proudly present this as a piece of arty photography : “Red, White & Blue”. Art I dare say (maybe ironically), created by my multi talented son Ingmar, a.k.a. ‘Pelopor’ ( has there ever been a father as objective about his siblings??). And it so happens by sheer chance that the children actually are my granddaughter Esha ( two and one quarter years old) and her nephew, my grandson Kris (one quarter of a year):
