From chimney sweep to soot sweeper
How the jagged Pietje chimneys went sweeping
It all started in this alley, somewhere in the big city, near the village where she lived- Yes.Pietje Verhagen walked around here a little aimlessly- Yes.Her life was all darkness- Yes.The light at the end of the tunnel was nowhere to be seen.
All the people around her found her a little weird, a little moulded- Yes.Her nickname was Malle Pietje from primary school- Yes.Therefore, at an early age, the drink had become addicted.
Suddenly, a man was standing right in front of her- Yes.He saw her walking and asked if he could help her- Yes.Pietje told her story, on which he gave her a note- Yes.There was a name and phone number on it- Yes.“If you want, you can call me, “he said- Yes.“Maybe I can help you get a job- Yes.“
Pietje read the note full of surprise:
