De Haak Hulp Oma - nu al 279 leuke haakoma's in dit overzicht!


                      Gehaakt door Liliane D'Hoe. Zijn ze ze niet schattig?  Het haakpatroon is van Zhaya Designs

Hallo, haakliefhebbers van Nederland. er is weer iets leuks gespot in Haakland!  Wat vinden jullie van deze haak-hulp omaatjes? Ze zijn ongeveer 25cm groot! De haakhulpjes bieden hulp: ze bewaren je haaknaald, schaartje, spelden, etc zodat je ze niet zo snel kwijt bent. Superhandig dus!

Je kan de pop vullen aan de onderkant met steentjes of grint, als extra gewicht, zodat oma niet snel omvalt. Of je steekt vanaf de onderkant een fles of andere verpakking in, voordat je de bodem vast haakt.  

Het Nederlandse patroon van de haakhulp oma, maar ook vele andere leuke Nederlandse patronen vind je op de website van Zhaya Designs. Klik HIER

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Dat het haakomaatje geen tijd kent, is duidelijk. Ze blijft hip! Het omaatje wordt al tijden gehaakt door heel veel haaksters. Hieronder zie je alle ingezonden haakhulpje!

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Ingezonden door Nathalie Verbiest

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12/07/2020 Ingestuurd door Nell Tuttebel

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12/07/2020 Ingestuurd door Carine Eggenhuizen

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12/07/2020 Ingezonden door haakster Rijka SD

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12/07/2020 Ingestuurd door Anita Oele (Juffrouw Ooievaar), zij verkoopt leuke handmade cadeautjes, neem HIER eens een kijkje 

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12/07/2020 Ingezonden door Rachel van Raachie Haakie

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18/07/2020 Ingezonden door Marijke uit Antwerpen

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Ingestuurd door Catinca van @sisandkids uit Hillegom

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22/07/2020 Ingestuurd door Dineke Scheerhoorn uit Hazerswoude-Rijndijk

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31/07/2020 Ingezonden door Wilma van Elzenhof9

Hieronder vind je alle ingezonden haakoma's van 04/2018 - 05/2019

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27/05/19 Astrid van Vliet

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15/01/19 Swissie Carine

30/06/18 Bianca Botter

30/06/18 Haken en breien (Monique)

30/06/18 Ingestuurd door Elly Conen
30/06/18 DKJB

Een leuke krullebol oma van: Ellen de Bruijn

13/06/18 Line Bönnelykke

19/06/18 Janny van Driel

13/06/18 Marga Blommaert

13/06/18 Line Bönnelykke

13/06/18 Viviane Dries

13/06/18 Deze zweedse puzzel hulpoma is gemaakt door Line Bönnelykke, voor haar oma! 

13/06/18 Els Bosman

12/06/18 Ingrid America uit  Diepenbeek

09/06/18 Voor de moeder van Carolien van Ravels

09/06/18 Ineke Seijen uit Hoogersmilde

09/06/18 Dit omaatje draagt de spulletjes van Lidy van der Ham uit Alkmaar

09/06/18 Ingestuurd door Marja van Buuren-Voogt via de facebookgroep Haak maar aan

09/06/18 Hennie Kooijman v. Belkum (Haak maar aan)

09/06/18 Deze blije oma is van Greet Bie uit Hilversum

09/06/18 Corrie V Vuuren zegt: er moeten nog wel spulletjes in hoor!

09/06/18 Gehaakt en ingestuurd door Ineke Brouwer uit Barneveld

06/06/18 Ook al zo'n schattig omaatje! Margriet Suylen

06/06/18 Lutgarde Bosman

06/06/18 Ingestuurd door Roelie Waninge (FBG Haak maar aan)

06/06/18 Lutgarde Bosman (FBG Haakhobby)

06/06/18 Door Marga van Weiden-Maassen

06/06/18 Ingestuurd door Marion Lankhuizen

06/06/18 Crea Krimpen (Haak maar aan)

06/06/18 Ingestuurd per mail door Yolanda Bouman

06/06/18 Maria Schenk (Haak maar aan)

06/06/18 Jeanet Spa (Haak maar aan)

06/06/18 Ingestuurd door Marjolein Wobbes Rodink

06/06/18 En nog eentje gemaakt door Marjolein Wobbes Rodink uit Zwolle (Haak maar aan)

06/06/18 Ria Poortman (Haak maar aan)

06/06/18 Ingestuurd door Conny Legierse uit Klaaswaal

06/06/18 Een BREI-hulpje! Ria Poortman (FBG Haak maar aan)

06/06/18 Agnes Kroes-Bosch uit FBG Haak maar aan heeft dit mooie haakhulpje ingestuurd

06/06/18 Dit gezellige duo is gemaakt door Agnes Brons-Huisman  uit de facebookgroep Haak maar aan

06/06/18 Gehaakt door de moeder van Danielle van den Berg van FBG Haakhobby

06/06/18 En Jeanet Parlevliet heeft dit lieverdje juist gemaakt VOOR haar moeder :)

06/06/18 Ook Ineke Horeman heeft een foto van haar omaatje ingestuurd

06/06/18 Glenda van Wagtendonk heeft er zelfs 4 gemaakt, dus let op, het is verslavend :)

06/06/18 Mariëtte Jansen 

06/06/18 Dit is de vrolijke versie van Christine Vandekendelaere

06/06/18 Ingestuurd via de facebookgroep Haakhobby, door Selma Molenschot

06/06/18 Wat een schatje. Geertje Sipma-Visser stuurde dit gehaakte omaatje in

06/06/18 Deze is ook al zo bijzonder! Ingestuurd door Astrid Sul

06/06/18 Mariska Schager

06/06/18 Deze knappe oma is van Sonja Den Horder

06/06/18  Yvonne Pijl uit de FBG Haakhobby heeft deze oma in gele jurk ingestuurd.

06/06/18 Dit is Beppe van Jissie De Vries Steunebrink, ook van facebookgroep Haakhobby 

06/06/18 Gerda Evers (FBG Haakhobby)

06/06/18 Christiane Labeeuw (FBG Haakhobby)

06/06/18 Sonja Van Der M Koster (FBG Haakhobby)

06/06/18 Ingestuurd door Jans van der Meiden van FBG Haakhobby. Hier gezellig met opaatje!

06/06/18 Miep Leerentveld van FBG Haakhobby

06/06/18 Ingestuurd door Debbelijn Tje (FBG Haakhobby)

05/06/18 Nancy Rietrae uit de facebookgroep Haakhobby heeft dit omaatje ingestuurd

06/06/18  Linda Germes-Valke uit de facebookgroep Haakhobby

24/05/2018 Ina van Borssum

24/05/18 Yolanda de Greef
20/05/18 Een wilde oma Made By Janine
20/05/18 Te koop bij Patty's haaksels
20/05/18 Alie Floor

20/05/18  Loes Fidder-Hendriks (Lelystad)

20/05/18 Christine Vandekendelaere (Belgie)
14/05/18 Conny Coral

14/05/18 Marjan Buurmans

12/05/18 Haak Hulp geisha van El Mens

12/05/18 Annet Hartkamp (uit de facebookgroep Haak maar aan)

12/05/18 Ursula Yll Prince (uit de groep Haak maar aan)

12/05/18 Marijke Willekes uit de facebookgroep 

12/05/18 Thea Korst (uit de fb groep Haak maar aan)

12/05/18 Helen van den Ende (uit de fb groep Haak maar aan)

12/05/18 Cyn De Klerk (uit de fb groep 

12/05/18 Nicky Arens (uit de fb groep Haak maar aan)

12/05/18 Sungsook Van der Bijl (uit de groep Haak maar aan)

11/05/18  Anja Schuurink
11/05/18 Marjanne Otten

Hieronder zie je maar liefst 150 gehaakte haakoma's! 

11/05/2018 Patty's haaksels

11/05/2018  I. Nelemans Allerlei Kreatief Creaties

04/05/18 Handmadebynicky

04/05/18 Esther Pera

09/05/18 Ingezonden door Yvonne Beekhuizen uit Tilburg
02/05/18 Coby Puttiger
02/05/18 Corrie van Duijn
26/04/18 Trudy Otte
09/04/18 Lian Backx  Ze is gehaakt met Catania katoen van Schachenmayr met naalden 3 en 3,5.
09/04/18 Creamare
04/04/18 6 kleurtjes Catania wol te koop bij Wollstreet Sittard

02/04/18 Ilona Seigers uit Neerpelt

02/04/18 Veronique Janssens uit Geraardsbergen

02/04/18 Sonja Roex

02/04/18 Wietske Teerenstra

02/04/18 Agnes Flach uit Rotterdam

02/04/18 Elisabeth Blankert

02/04/18 Gabriele Rudert uit Behringen

02/04/18 Rosalie Stolk

02/04/18 Wilma Mermans uit Tilburg

02/04/18 Lenette Langerak

02/04/18 Ellen van Aken

02/04/18 Marleen Casier

02/04/18 Rika Wiesmuller

02/04/18 Tamara Lens uit Sint-Niklaas

02/04/18 Suzanne Konings

02/04/18 Elfriede von Heike Wiesner-Höhn

02/04/18 Rachel Breukel

02/04/18 Hulpoma van  Ingrid van den Berg uit Hoorn

02/04/18 En dit is het hulpopaatje! Ingrid van den Berg 


02/04/18 Inge De Kesel

02/04/18 Marita Klein-Strüfer uit Lemiers

02/04/18 Haak Doosje

02/04/18 Liliane D'Hoe


02/04/18 Omaatjes van Marijke's Hobby

Hieronder zie je nog 100 leuke haakoma's!

02/04/18 Tanja Tempelaars
02/04/18 Vera Zweering

02/04/18 Anja Romme

02/04/18 Carla van der Zweerde uit Hoorn

02/04/18 Phyllis Verbunt

02/04/18 Hulpoma van: Wampie Janssen

02/04/18 Heidi Gründbichler uit Salzburg

02/04/18 Jocelyne Jennard

02/04/18 Bep Daniel uit Randwijk

02/04/18 Geke Bosselaar

02/04/18 Lisette Knevels

02/04/18 Truus Roozeboom

02/04/18 Anita Kikkert

02/04/18 Ursula Yll Prince

02/04/18 Het haakhulpje van: Rita Ceyssens

02/04/18 Astrid van der Linden - met stola
02/04/18 Japke Gros
02/04/18 Conny Legierse uit Klaaswaal

30/03/18 Het handige hulpje van: José Tönis

30/03/18 Met  de  groetjes :) van: Madeleine Roest -van Vriesland
30/03/18 Het  haakvriendinnetje van: Yvonne Hageman
Gerdina de Boer-Werkman uit Emmeloord
Anita Sougnez uit Maastricht 
Geen oma maar een Haakhulpvrouwtje gemaakt door Rinske Scheepers-Brouwer
Met brilletje! Gemaakt door Alie Floor

Cissy's creatieve haaknaald - haakt ook in opdracht!

Hulpoma gehaakt door Martha Kolk-nieborg
Met StoneWashed van Scheepjeswol  Wolshop Wollywood
    Door Sisca Koolen
Deze wordt op bestelling gemaakt: Rita Het Knotje Wol Evers

Dit omaatje is ook heel mooi! Een frisse felle kleur roze en gemaakt door Els Roest.

Gemaakt door Lilian Tummers uit Munstergeleen, in schattige kleuren bruin en oker!

           Deze oma is zelfs te koop! Bij MirMar
      Gemaakt door Katty Marecaux
Viviane Van Wassenhove uit Itegem, Belgie
Viviane Van Wassenhove uit Itegem, Belgie
       Gemaakt door Tineke Otter
Viviane Van Wassenhove uit Itegem, Belgie
Gemaakt door: Ineke De Boer-de Jonge uit Sneek

Gemaakt door: Anja Steketee uit Yerseke

Gemaakt door: Ida Creatief
             Sandra de Kruijf maakt ze ook op bestelling!
Brei & Allerlei Deze haak-oma is gemaakt door Hilda Steffanie, met DROPS muskat, waardoor ze een stukje groter wordt

Deze haak-oma is ook te koop! Gemaakt door: Wiennie Lubben

Gemaakt door Greet Verbruggen

Gemaakt door: Erna Jansen

 Dit haakomaatje is gemaakt door Anja Schuurink
Van haakoma naar kittig vrouwtje Haakpagina van Joyce

Kea Siks - met kettinkje met hartje :)

Met krulletjes en brilletje! Brenda te Nijenhuis

Nu voor Diamond Painting gebruikt! Loes Nijenhuis

Met parelketting! Marian Aalbers uit Wolvega

Yoke Overeem uit Geel  
01/04/18 Geen oma maar een Haak-Maatje, van Meintje Hof uit Drachten
01/04/18 Eerste Haak Hulpoma van: Ria Kloppenburg

01/04/18 Haakoma van Jenny Debels

        01/4/18 Saskia van Dam-Vossen

01/04/18 Een unieke HaakFEE! Ingrid Verschuere

       01/04/18 Gemaakt door: De Coster Patricia

01/04/18 Met truitje, omdat ze het anders zo kou heeft met blote armen :) Els Tange

01/04/18 In Zeeuwse klederdracht Marion Strik-van Den Brande
01/04/18 Agnes Flach
01/04/18 Stieneke Geertsema Hidding uit Stadskanaal
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Requiem: Chapter 6
- Inspector Norino Vastai, for the umpteenth time, read the note sent to him by post. Notwithstanding the effort that his colleagues had made to track down the sender of the message, these attempts had not yielded anything. It would also have proved impossible to detect the person in question through the specific location from which the message was sent. The laser coding of the shipment indicated that the letter was posted in P.O. Box 2509 Sanctuary. But even with the many fixed cameras in the streets or the mobile spybots that were surveillance some parts of the city, one couldn't screen the mailboxes all. Perhaps this would have been possible, knowing that one had to keep an eye on that mailbox if one had programmed a number of cameras in advance. After examining the relevant postbox, it turned out that it was just in a blind spot of the fixed cameras.. Coincidence or intended? Not that Norino Vastai could not initially 'read' the text or that he did not know who had written those roaring strange words. The databases of before the ' Great War' were fortunately preserved for humanity and had already revealed to him the name of the original writer of these words. They had given up that he had in hand an extract of Mozart's Requiem. Unfortunately, the translation of this text was not available in the databases of the Security Service and it was a language he was not able to. The history before the destruction of a part of the world was a piece of relic and a silent witness how man had helped his own demise. There were books, pieces of music, biographies, photographs of monuments and sights and many other things kept in these databases. He looked at the jolly handwriting and read the note again. Dies irae, dies illa Solvet seaeclum in favilla, Test David cum Sybilla. Quantus tremor and futurus. Quando Judex Cuncta strict discurrus. The Fingerprints service could not have discovered anything useful on the paper. It was of a recycled type that was sold everywhere — real paper had become very expensive — and the chemical research on the ink or possibly DNA on the paper had not revealed anything.. No rare type of ink that could send them in a particular direction or store. Just a flawlessly described piece of paper without traces. Lucky in an accident that one of his colleagues had studied classical and debilitated languages in addition to his diploma in criminology and a few other certificates in his youth.. A dead language such as Latin was no longer included in the teaching schedules of the New World. The main language was English, both in business and in the scientific world, even the people in the medical sector who used many Latin terms at the beginning of the 21st century had abandoned. But now Norino was happy to call on that piece of knowledge of that colleague. By the way, a translation agency would be an extra post on its monthly expense report, which the management would just skimp on and skimp on.. Today, every penny had to be accounted for, to the extreme. That is why he now read on an attached digital note from his colleague, the typed translation of this anonymous strange message: Day of wrath, that day of days Which will set the world to ashes, As David and Sybilla testify What fear will there be, If the Judge will come, To judge everything just. For completeness, his colleague and translator had added to it: 'Extract and translation from the “Requiem” by Mozart. Norino Vastai would never have passed 'this' message. But at the bottom of the Latin text there was a question in swirling letters. A question that was not asked in Latin. It was written in Norino's national language. Those words he'd read at least ten times made the Chief Inspector frown the eyebrows worried. Who's next after Suzy Chang? ………. He was in lotus position naked on a grey cold concrete ground. Motionless like a mannequin or a wax image. The eyes closed. Only the vertical and horizontal movements behind his closed eyelids testified that this was not a doll but a living creature and that this person was apparently in the phase of rem sleep. Images of blood, crying and screaming filled his dreams. A smile lay sprayed around his lips. He heard the begging and praying for forgiveness, the weeping of his victims in the realization of their sins. Sinners he had put on the right path. A person who saw his mistakes and begged forgiveness was given the appropriate grace. The grace of death. Obliterating their crimes in washing their own blood, that was the only way to cleanse them of their sins. Between his hands resting relaxed on his knees his erection was clearly visible. So he stayed in his world of horror and death. For about half an hour without giving any appearance sign of life, he remained in the same position. Then suddenly he stood in one smooth motion straight from his sitting position and at the same time opened the eyes. Before him stood a small elevated, a kind of altar on which he had exhibited various objects. On each side of these objects were four candles that cast creepy shadows on the rough walls in the dim space around him. His naked figure was projected in a multitude on the walls of those walls. A luguber shadow play. He caressed with reverence over the altar and the things he had collected. Fetishes, proofs of his victories, the lost sheep, the rescued herd. How long had he been trying to bring the deceived to the right path. He carefully picked up a strand of hair that he had wrapped in a transparent plastic film, opened the package and smelled with passion to the hair, folded the foil back and put it back in place. So he did with all the objects lying on the altar. ‘ Exaudi orationem meam, ad te omnis caro veniet. Listen to my prayer; to You all the flesh comes , 'he contemplated in Latin while he took a piece of skin the size of a coin in his hands and sacrificed to the photograph that stood at the back of the altar. After performing these rituals, he took the Nihonto from the holder who also stood on the altar and pulled it out of the scabbard he put back in the holder on the altar. He turned to the right where there was another door. A door that led to another room as dim as the room with the altar. On a hook on the left side of the door hung a large white cloth that he draped over him. Two holes in the canvas at the level of his eyes made it possible for him to find his way. He opened the door to that other room and left his personal intimate temple. On heavy chains that were fixed in the wall hung a man. When the white form entered the room, the man had barely moved his head. Yet he had heard something and there was a whimpering sound from his throat that cut through bone and marrow. It was fear that was squeezed out of the prisoner's throat. A sound that slowly swelled as the white form approached. …….. I wiped tired but satisfied the sweat from my eyes. After an intensive workout during which I have all the movements of the ' Kami Akai 'had performed in a false fight against my imaginary opponent, my stress was' almost 'completely eliminated. A series of 120 movements flowing into each other in perfect symmetry was the basis of a martial arts in which I was trained from the age of seven.. Although there were combinations that consisted of fewer movements depending on whether they had to be applied to a particular situation, I had completed the whole series out of frustration and physical necessity. Both my body and my mind needed this. Actively respond in a practice session made up of defensive but also offensive movements. The interaction always had a calming effect on me. It was an interaction of various functions of the body. The eye reflexes that had to react to a countermotion, the breathing control in connection with the understanding of the fighting situation in case one had to deal with a real opponent, everything was important. All these things had to respond to each other in such a way that at the end of the session people felt a lot better because of the released endorphins. A positive reaction to the mass of negative aggression that one had built up in one's system during a certain period. That was the only right path to balance according to my father Arturo Mitsukai, who had also been my teacher in the ' Kami Akai' . Freely translated means Kami Akai the Red Spirits. The practitioner of this martial art must be like a spirit. Quickly and invisibly, at one moment still facing his opponent, looking down the next as victorious on his flown opponent. The red of Akai represents the power of the sun. The force with which one strikes, the heat of the energy that is released by which one sends the enemy. It wasn't just that this time I had the dojo ' Shogi 'had chosen for my training. It was also the dojo where some of the members of the Skeelers practiced their martial arts. Ji Lang, an old acquaintance, who had been trained together under the same Master since my tenth year of life, came by regularly and he was the person who might be able to help me. Today he had an appointment at four o'clock in the afternoon. This information was obtained at the counter by throwing my natural charms into the ring. Sometimes this gave even better results than a round of fighting. Just a fifteen minutes of sweating out on the treadmill and then I had some pressing questions to ask. Ji entered the dojo at four o'clock. He owned the Red Circle just like me. The second best ' Kami'. Het waren maar de meesters die na het dragen van de Red Circle gedurende vele jaren uiteindelijk de kans kregen om de Golden Circle earnable. The red sun that becomes a golden sphere at its strongest and at its highest point. Therefore, this was also the highest award in the Kami Akai, the best being among the best. Na een periode van het verdedigen van de Red Circle kon men volgens de regels van de Kami Akai nog een tiental proeven afleggen, een soort eindexamen. Those who succeeded flawlessly got the Golden Circle. This was for each of them a test of their years of experience and knowledge gained in this martial arts. So it was not surprising that it was only a few who were given this honour. I came to Ji and bowed with my right hand pressed against my heart. Ji smiled and greeted back. “My deepest condolences Yukiko,” were his first words. I thanked him for his condolences. It became a mechanical reaction. So many people had already done this and although I did not doubt their words, my reaction came out without thinking about it, I did not want to go into it more deeply. I just hoped that with that would not be offended. 'It's been a long time since we met, 'Ji continued. “What brings you here today? What out of shape or something, “he teased me. We could always have liked each other, my father had always found him a docile and promising pupil. 'On the contrary, today I feel really in shape, maybe I'll win from you, 'I challenged him teasing. Ji Lang could not dismiss that challenge and pointed with a grinning glance at the free mat on his left. We took our starting position, greeting according to the rules and started moving around like two tigers in a grazing phase. Both Ji and myself first tried a few feints. This to test the action and reaction of the opponent. I had previously experienced that Ji was sometimes a little too confident and usually went into the attack rather quickly. That's why he regularly got a little too close to my stroke range. I had to take into account, of course, that it could be a feint or provoking maneuver. I tried out an attacking movement and got the wind immediately and also a sample of the power that lurked behind his dangerous left. Had I forgotten that famous left of his for a moment. I felt the power of the Kami Akai and counted some asterisks, shook my head and restated my defense. However, I feigned that I was not immediately obtained from his attack. Ji walked wide open with both eyes in my stuffed trap. This time anyway! I dodged his little left, felt the power just above my head in the air powerlessly burst and disappear. With a mowing leg movement, Li was flown by me. Then, of course, he asked for a rematch and, after a longer batch of sensing, won the feints and finally I lay on my stomach in a hold that comes just before the final blow. It was a battle with some masterpieces of Kami Akai and the casual attendees stopped training during the battle to follow this event between two Red Circles. We got an appreciating applause ourselves after each round. After the second game, I used my arms to make the crossed motion over my chest as a sign that I was holding the contest. We both had won a contest each and that was good for my next step, especially after Ji Lang had been able to write the final victory on his palmares. After we had refreshed a bit, as we had agreed before after the game, we met again in the entrance hall of the Shogi. “Hey, Ji, can I offer you something at the bar, to celebrate us again?? Is milk still your favorite drink, 'I laughed. Ji frowned played indignant the eyebrows. “What a dumb question Yu, you know this white stuff is the ultimate drug for me.“It was his joke, with which he had put many on the wrong foot. Those who didn't know him thought he was talking about cocaine, but Ji was dead serious when he talked about his glass of milk. “Let it come, Yu, I won't turn it down. Let's party!Involuntarily I thought of Gekko with his strange language exclamations. However, Ji spoke a lot better English. Both Chinese and Japanese had rather problems with the pronunciation of English, despite the fact that in the 22nd century English was used as a language everywhere because of the multicultural communities in both the Old and the New World. At the bar we both told our experiences of the last year after he once again argued his sincere condolences in the loss of my parents. We picked up some memories that did us both good. To break the ice a bit this was always a good method. But in the end, I asked him why I came here. “You lost a few friends at the Skeelers, I thought you'd read?'I started grazing. “Ah, don't open my mouth, a very distasteful thing, Yukiko. It's still my head that Myo and Dakai are gone. Losing your life in such a bloody way. Mutilated and then eventually decapitated, I just can't think about it. If I could get my hands on the perpetrator, I don't know if I could control myself. Then I wouldn't stop before the final blow!’ He looked at his glass of milk with an evil look and for a moment I thought that the glass in his firm grip would splash apart, so white the knuckles on his hand. 'Ji, I don't know if this is a coincidence, it's almost impossible, but my parents died the same way. Maybe we can try to find out a little bit more together because what I've heard from the Security Service is anything but worth mentioning, you'd almost think they're withholding things..’ Ji Lang looked at me for a while and I let him make his decision in silence. “If you share your info with me, why shouldn't I, maybe it won't work out, maybe it will, but I agree with you that the people of the Security Service want to cover up these things. Maybe this business is just beyond their hats. What have they achieved so far. Nothing, zero, nada!’ I told him about my visit to Gerekko Dai and mentioned the illegal intrusion into the Security Service system. Ji pulled a count the eyebrows up, but the smile on his lips, made me after some hesitation reassured further speak. “That Stephen March, he might know a little more? Do you have any elements in these murders that might take us a little further?? “I might have something better...., 'he let in the silence that followed these words build up the tension and looked at me with the head slightly obliquely, straight in the eye, 'A Skeeler has seen the abduction of Myo and Dakai and may have some more information about that murderous beast. Who knows, it might be something that might help us track down the killer.!’ Now I looked him in my turn right in the eye. “So you also want to, just as I do to start an independent investigation into the murderer or murderers, I understood this correctly?’ Ji nodded. 'I don't get any support for this with the other Skeelers ’ he said, “you know the government is not so on gang-forming and so. They allow us to turn a blind eye, as long as we walk within the lines drawn out to them. But my friend I spoke to is probably the only one who thinks otherwise. By the way, we founded together a small import-export company in artifacts that brings a lot of profit.’ I got some hope, you never know, all the little clues might have gotten one good lead.“Where does he live, what's his name...?’ Ji smiled at my enthusiasm. 'Still the restless Yu as before, always straight towards the man. We've been calling him Eagle Eye for a while, ask me why? 'Why?What a obedient and docile girl I was! 'In a skirmish a dozen years ago, he lost one of his eyes, 'Ji said. 'Yet he did not sit by the suits, and with implantation of the bionic body parts that nowadays can work miracles in such a case, such a high-tech eye was implanted in him. Sometimes a human being is even better off with those intelligent implants. He simply sees a thousand times better with his new eye. Like an eagle who can see miles away, 'smiled Ji. 'Plus the extras you get with such an intelligent eye like the projection of internet data or incoming emails projected onto your retina via a link with your cell phone. And then you can't forget the zoom and recording function and a few more things I probably don't even understand. Even if you become a piece of machine, you might even be better off with two such eyes, 'Ji decided who had always been in favour of technological masterpieces. With one last sip, he emptied his drink, took his vest and beckons me. “Enough talk, come to our humble little house on the outskirts of town. By that, I naturally mean the ' Swift', the meeting place of the Skeelers. I'm just gonna introduce you to him, and we'll see if we have a useful lead. © Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere Requiem Chapter 5 or 7 - Requiem: Chapter 5 - Requiem: Chapter 7 -
The Coot also doesn't work well 🙂
I saw Mr.. and Mrs.. #Meerkoet very sweet to each other. It really seemed like they kisses each other.. That caught my attention and I was curious what would come.. So it turned out to be the beginning of the “love game of coots”.. Mrs.. Coot sought out a beautiful branch at ease and she took a place.. Mr. Coot was not too sad to give in to the #tantalizing attitude she took. But just when he wanted to take the place to start the #lovegame , lost Mrs.. Coot her balance and plunged over the #plump into. Luckily, they didn't sit with it, and I had to laugh louder than the 2 in love.. 🙂 🙂 Re-place was taken on the branch and the game love game of coots resumed.. 🙂 Wait a while and there's another happy family in the beautiful #Biesbosch . 🙂 #naturephotography  



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