This morning I am drinking tea. I drink tea a lot, coffee makes me jumpy. The mug says Measurement: Torque Sensors, Strain Gauges, Force Sensors, Pressure Transducers, Strain Transducer, Displacement Transducer and Load Cells. We can go for a walk now.
At the age of twenty two, a long time ago, I was a student at the University of Amsterdam, and I had a oral exam ( if that is the right description of the happening) on Literature of the Middle Ages. I knew all the answers to the questions, but I didn’t say a word. The road from my brain to my speaking organs was blocked. Luckily, the professor could read my mind and gave me a steady six.
I need to talk about some things that happened when I was young. But not now. I forgot what it was. Today we will walk a little walk and the subject will probably pop up.
We walked eleven and a half kilometers and saw an aesculapian snake and a few dippers, lots of Dacia Logans and Dacia Dusters. Those reminded me of what I wanted to talk about: the dressing gown of my mother which she called a duster. When I was coming home with my first boyfriend, on a sunday morning, and the moment we stepped through the front door my mother screamed ‘oh no, I am still in my ‘duster’ and all, sigarette in her right and a glass of white wine in her left hand. She made us crackers with camembert and brie. That was really nice of her, as I think about now. My boyfriend liked her instantly.
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