Introduction

Henry's holding the pen in his hand. “Where should I start,” sighs the 43 year old man. Old, yes, that's how he feels, because of what he has already been through, but also because he regularly thinks that there is not much left for him. Slowly the cap of the pen goes. The tip moves towards paper. “I'll just start and see how it goes”. Although lifeless and tired, Henry begins to write...

Henry looked at his bedroom. Well, room... Just say “booth. “ The room was about four and a half square meters in size. That's how it always went. His five-year-old brother Barry had the biggest room again. This old upstairs house in Meppel had to be indefinitely the 'home' for Henry, Barry, their mother Ria and dog Leica. A few square meters... Previously they lived in Giethoorn, with three houses on a beautiful large plot, a huge garden. Actually several gardens, 3 boats; one big punter, a smaller punter and a cabin boat, all equipped with a 4- or 6 hp outboard motor. In the summer you could get on the boat from behind the last house, which was on the water, and sail away. The canal on or to one of the many lakes that Giethoorn was rich. In winter, you could get on the ice from the same place and skate away, an unprecedented luxury, you would say and that for a period of ten years. Appearances sometimes deceives. Anyway, that was before the divorce of father Hans and mother Ria...

There was Henry sitting on his bed. To the left of him a large window, with a view of the street, the concrete container block and opposite a dead end road. At the end of that road, the railroad ran. Regularly you could see and hear the train. But everything gets used to and at some point you will not notice any more of it. If you hung out the window and looked to the left, you saw the snack bar at the intersection, next to the Edah, which fell out of sight. On the right there was nothing to see, except the further course of the street. The view forward from the bed, for Henry was a door of a built-in wardrobe and to his right the door to the hallway. The closet door could not open completely because then it hit the bed. A small desk-like table, once bought through the school he was still at, the L.T.S; stood between the back end of his bed and the wall with the hallway door clamped. There was only a 'walkway' of about fifty to sixty cm. wide and two and a half meters long. The building wallpaper was still on the walls, of this already quite old house, without central heating system. In winter, the ice flowers would be on the single-glass windows... on the inside. He looked at the wallpaper that he was going to hate more and more. White and black kittens. One kitten looked to the left and the next to the right, and so on.

A whole transition for this remnant of the dysfunctional family. Putty family, I almost want to say. One of the first things Barry said to his brother and mother when they first lived there was: “I'm going to drive you both hártstikke crazy!” That sentence made quite an impression and Henry never forgot that. Where that came from, he absolutely couldn't place. Barely to this day. Unfortunately, Barry kept his promise...

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