Eindelijk de zon


Het was vrijdagmiddag. Hoewel de zon buiten uitbundig scheen verspreidden de TL-lampen hun blauwwitte licht in het grote kantoor. Een paar verdwaalde vliegen zoemden irritant om de hoofden van de werknemers en wisten steeds net op tijd voor een naderende mep op de vlucht te slaan.

Joost keek met een schuin oog naar de klok en telde de seconden af. Vijf, vier, drie, twee, één… Vakantie! Opgelucht smeet hij de boeken dicht waarin hij de cijfertjes al een heel jaar in moest bijhouden. Virtueel dan, want tegenwoordig ging alles digitaal. En nu: vrijheid. Even geen druk meer voelen, gewoon drie weken helemaal niks, het rijk alleen! Nou ja alleen, samen met Marjan.

Thuis trapte hij zijn aktetas in de hoek. De koffers stonden al ingepakt voor een vlucht naar de zon vol met schoongewassen kleding, handdoeken en badpakken. Ze hadden getwijfeld, dat wel. Een vakantie in eigen land had ook zo z’n mooie kanten, zeker met het mooie weer van de laatste weken. Uiteraard zijn weer-resultaten uit het verleden niet bepaald een garantie voor de toekomst en dus hadden ze besloten te vliegen naar een warme, zonnige bestemming. Lanzarote, dat ging het worden, een van de Canarische eilanden. 

In de boeken over het eiland had hij gelezen over de vulkanische oorsprong en hij keek al uit naar een excursie tussen en in de lava-velden. Jammer dat je in het natuurgebied Timanfaya niet met een gehuurde wagen mocht komen, het had hen wel leuk geleken zich zelfstandig in zo’n gebied te wagen.

Misschien zouden er nog wel andere mogelijkheden oppoppen. Met een bus, bijvoorbeeld. Of een kamelentoer doen, al was dat met een dromedaris.

Joost vond het altijd een gek idee. In de ochtend loop je thuis nog gewoon de trap af, en op het eind van de middag zit je op een tuinstoel voor je appartement in verre oorden. Je zou er haast wat licht in je hoofd van worden. Dat kon dan ook aan de heerlijke cocktails liggen natuurlijk. Het enige nadeel van dat vliegen is misschien de irritante drukverschillen op je oren. Maar daar heb je dan weer snoepjes en kauwgum voor.

Het was trouwens ook een gek idee om te beseffen dat de temperatuur in Nederland hoger was dan op je vakantiebestemming. Ach, zolang het warm en zonnig was, was alles best. Joost wenkte het dienstertje dichterbij. Een mooi popje, dacht hij. Tersluiks blikte hij naar Marjan. Die zag er ook schitterend uit in haar nieuwe bikini. Even later genoot hij van een nieuw drankje. Heerlijk, zo rijk als je je kon voelen!


(c) 2018 Hans van Gemert

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Dit verhaal is geschreven in de steekwoordenuitdaging van Schrijvelarij (Facebook), waarbij een tiental steekwoorden in twee of meer betekenissen gebruikt moesten worden: vliegen, vlucht, was, pop, rijk, licht, wagen, trap, druk, boeken

En natuurlijk past het prima in de 'schrijfuitdaging zomer 2018':

Schrijfuitdaging zomer 2018

Je kunt in juli en augustus meedoen, dus grijp je kans!

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Rain and sun provide the most beautiful nature.
It's exactly as the header of this article indicates. Little rain and immediately thereafter sun gives everything that grows and blooms a tremendous impulse. You see the plants and shrubs grow as they were. Around me in the south-east Brabant country are now in some places, true oases of coloring and sometimes even fragrant flowers have arisen. Combined with the beautiful shiny young leaves on the trees, the rising reeds along the ditches and the many wild grasses between which the yellow butterflowers and dandelions predominate, this offers beautiful pictures. The peasants, with their endless grasslands, deprived of all weeds, could take the cap off for that.. For you now say yourself as a reader of this story: The pasture in the picture below is much more beautiful and natural than those smooth, squattless and tasteless meadows that we find nowadays almost everywhere in the outskirts. Above picture I made on May 14th in the water supply forest in Macharen - gem. Oss. Most of the flowers one sees are butterflowers. The fluff bulbs are the seeds of the now faded dandelions. Here and there are also white flowers and daisies in this field that pushes against a forest edge. This is a so-called buttercup. The name is derived from the buttery liquid that flows out of the flower rammer in hot weather. It is not a real nectar flower, although occasionally there are insects on it that want to convince themselves that these flowers are not real food sources for insects. On the way to the water supply forest where I made most of the photos for this blog, I couldn't help taking a picture of this beautifully blooming climber that is popularly called - purple rain -. They are poisonous flowers, but beautiful to see. While they beautifully cover such an ugly wooden fence, which you often see as inheritance nowadays, and - when the sun is shining - in a beautiful purple blue glow. To my surprise, I saw a goose sitting in a small congregation. A remarkable place for such an animal, all the more so as the traffic raged around her. You wonder how that animal came to make a nest in such a place enclosed by traffic. Now that those barbarians of lawnmowers don't mow the roadside massively, you can see nice flowers rising in the grass everywhere.. In this case, the blue comfrey. A wild plant visited by many insects as a food plant. According to one of my sources that I sometimes consult when it comes to butterflies and butterflies, the blue comfrey of the two common species is the best nectar plant. The white version is less visited by insects. At least, that's what I heard. If we are talking about nectar producing plants, then these purple clover flowers depicted in the picture above are very good nectar producers. On these flowers you can continue to find the large queen pages in the summer months. A butterfly species that fortunately again increasingly visits the Low Countries. And the fact that these large butterflies like to get to those clover flowers proves the above picture I made last year in a blooming grass edge of the Maasdijk in Megen. Not far from the hustle and bustle of traffic that drove to the ferry, I found three queen pages flying around that part of the river dike. I was in a traffic jam in front of the ferry waiting to sail over, when I got my eye on the butterflies. Because of the lack of my camera I took this picture from the car with my mobile. Some flowering plants that are growing in the spring are often not even seen as residents of the Low Countries. This is partly due to their massive presence and often because the plant itself is not so interesting to dwell on longer. But it is precisely this common flute that acts as a magnet on insects, beetles and moors. You can see that in the photo below. Because look what we see there on one of the stems of the plant depicted in the previous photo. A cute little red beetle. It's a sweetheart to see, you don't think as readers.. I mentioned the flowers on the above picture already in my introductory phrase. As everyone has already discovered, these are naturally wild daisies. They are so common in the Benelux landscape, but I keep finding the very nice sunny flowers. White daisies in the garden make me forget about the sun, because of their beautiful white color and yellow heart.. Watchful hikers always see something special in nature during a walk. Because I almost always go out together with the dogs, I usually find, because the dogs walk through the grass, a butterfly that had hidden in the grass. So also yesterday when I found this beautiful moth on the edge of the forest in relatively high grass. It is a so-called silver ring. A moth that is hunted, and then a few meters away hide in the grass. I thought this silver loop was a nice conclusion to this blog. I made the story with pleasure. Hopefully, as readers, you enjoyed the story and the photos...
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Homophobia kills
#shortstory   #lgbt #homophobia Title: Homophobia kills. Author: Darimel Urdaneta (MeredithSkyWalker) Dedicated to Ed. ❤️🏳️‍🌈 Based on real events. Since he was little Ed had always felt different. Growing up in an evangelic family it was hard to be who you wanted to be. When he was 10 years old he discovered what he was playing to do, play with his two friends, play his father's dolls sneaking. As he grew up he felt impure, unhappy and bad about himself, God was looking at him from heaven and saw what he was doing, he tried to repress himself and act normal, he had a girlfriend but he didn't really like that, taking his hand felt empty, kissing her was like kissing paper, but he had to do it, he had a younger sister to give her a good example and parents who would not approve their behavior. At the end of high school he met a boy he made him feel for the first time having butterflies in his stomach when he saw someone.. Watching him in the distance filled him with illusion, but it was not the right thing to do and he blamed himself again for feeling undue things for someone of his same sex, he began to question himself, to custiate life and its meaning. Time passed and the boy got a girlfriend, that broke Ed's heart, but little by little he realized that that was part of life, not always who you love you.. Time passed and he came to college, he studied Nursing, which did not seem all male to his parents but they accepted it, total his son would graduate. Ed met who would be the love of his life, tall, handsome and gay. They started going out and everything was going wonders, until someone discovered it and threatened that if he didn't tell the truth to his parents, that person would, feeling cornered and in the middle of an internal battle agreed to do it, with fear and suspicion he did it.. That night everything changed, it was the beginning of the end. Discussions, beating, punishments and hatred. His mother was unable to reason just like his father. The weeks passed and their hell was getting worse. Without his cell phone, confiscated his car, forbidden exits and visits. Thousands of ideas pierced his head confudinda and hurt. Bruises, blows on his body showed him what would be of him from now on. With a lot of pain in his soul he made a decision. One night he managed to communicate with her boyfriend, told him to pick him up, they wanted to flee, live his life, love without fear and without hiding.. They made an agreement, he'd send a friend to look for him.. Ed contacted his two best friends and told them what he would do and that if something bad happened it would be his father's fault. The hours passed in his house, he found himself and to his surprise they had closed all the exits, her boyfriend spent a long time waiting outside and no one went out, she left and he felt very bad. Time passed and he felt worse. The time came and he did something that would turn the story. Alone, tired, wounded, broken and depressed committed suicide. With a rope ended his life on March night, his soul could not with so much pain, he surrendered and abandoned himself to the unknown. The news was watered like dusty, a shattered boyfriend, friends wrapped in crying, her family in a state of denial and the community in which she lived shocked. Do not one could believe it. That educated, scholar and good boy had ended his life. Several versions came to light but one took more notoriety, his parents hated him for being gay, fag, deviant, crazy. The months passed, his family went on with his life, going to church, acting indifferently and doing as if it was never his fault. Hatred for them grew in the community, but until today only about 1 year after their death they act like nothing. Do they?? some killers. In memory of Edgar, you are now a beautiful angel who flies free and happy in another universe, away from discrimination and pain. Since he was little Ed had always felt different. Growing up in an evangelical family it was difficult to be who you wanted to be. When she was 10 years old, she discovered what she had to do, play with her two friends, play hide-and-seek dolls from her father. As he grew up he felt impure, unhappy and bad about himself, God was watching him from heaven and saw what he was doing, he tried to repress himself and act normal, he had a girlfriend but he really did not like that, taking his hand felt empty, kissing her was like kissing paper, but he had to do it, he had a younger sister to give a good example and parents who would not approve of his behavior. At the end of high school he met a boy who made him feel for the first time having butterflies in his stomach when he saw someone. Observing him from afar filled him with illusion, but it was not the right thing to do and he blamed himself again for feeling inappropriate things for someone of the same sex, he began to question himself, to question life and its meanings. Time passed and the boy got a girlfriend, that broke Ed's heart, but little by little he realized that this was part of life, not always who you love love you. Time passed and he went to university, he was studying Nursing, which did not seem male to his parents but they accepted it, his are would graduate. Ed met who would be the love of his life, tall, handsome and gay. They begin to go out and everything was going great, until someone discovered it and threatened that if he did not tell the truth to his parents that person would do it, feeling cornered and in the middle of an internal battle he agreed to do it, with fear and suspicion he did it. That night everything changed, it was the beginning of the end. Discussions, beatings, punishments and hatred. His mother was incapable of reasoning like his father. The weeks passed and his hell got worse and worse. Without his cell phone, his car was seized, and outings and visits were prohibited. Thousands of ideas ran through her head, confused and hurt. Blows on his body showed him what would become of him from now on. With much pain in his soul I made a decision. One night she managed to communicate with her boyfriend, she told him to pick him up, they wanted to run away, live their life, love without fear and without hiding. They reached an agreement, he would send a friend to look for him. Ed contacted his two best friends and told them what he would do and that if something bad happened it would be his father's fault. The hours passed at his house, he was alone and to his surprise they had closed all the exits, her boyfriend's friend spent a long time waiting outside and not one came out, she left and he felt very bad. Time passed and he felt worse. The time came and he did something that would turn the story around. Alone, tired, hurt, broken, and depressed, he committed suicide. With a rope he ended his life one night in March, his soul could not with much pain, he gave up and abandoned himself to the unknown. The news spread like powder, a broken boyfriend, some friends wrapped in tears, his family in denial and the community in which he was shocked. Do not one could believe it. That polite, studio and good boy had ended his life. Several versions came to light but one took more notoriety, his parents hated him for being gay, queer, deviant, crazy. The months passed, his family moved on, going to church, acting nonchalantly and pretending it was never their fault. The hatred for them grew in the community, but to this day just almost 1 year after their death they act like nothing. They? some killers. In memory of Edgar, you are now a beautiful angel flying free and happy in another universe, far from discrimination and pain. 🏳️‍🌈❤️