I don’t like boats. I don’t like being on boats. My father has been a sailor since the age of fifteen. After I was born ( my father was nineteen ) he stayed ashore and needed to join the army, as a sniper. After two years he went working in the harbor. Full continu.
Sometimes I am early. Sometimes I am far too late. There is no need to give me a set of keys. I like it better without.
After thirty years he bought his own boat, and called it ‘Dreamer’, a little motor boat with sleeping capacity. My parents went to the Brielse Meer, the bottles of dry white wine stayed cool in the water, for my mother an important detail of this watersport.
I ran ten kilometers this morning. It took me one hour and twenty one minutes. An hour later I went shopping, far too much for my bicycle bags, so I had difficulties getting the groceries into those bags. An elderly lady stopped in order to assist me, while saying:’Youngsters need some help too, sometimes’. I was grateful towards her. I am fifty six.
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