Category: Stories
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~ Opa Flies On
Read More: ~ Opa Flies OnThe lady next to him did talk to the girl, but did not say much to him. She was definitely a bit shy. Opa did not want to impose himself either; that was so not in his nature. Like so many from the pre-war working class
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~ Opa Departs for Canada
Read More: ~ Opa Departs for CanadaOpa Dekker. Eighty and still fit as a fiddle. A bit stiff in the bones in the morning, but by ten he is still resiliently walking around the block. A lifetime of hard work has not spoiled his body.
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~ The Raisin Bun
Read More: ~ The Raisin BunMy wife and I are well matched. We are both getting into our sixties and live in a prosperous city in Canada…at least one with a Dutch shop. I was born Jan Jansen and my spouse is called Tiny here, but was born Jantina Klazina.
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~ On Holiday
Read More: ~ On HolidayOn a beautiful spring evening, the four of us sat behind coffee. Gradus and I are rather taciturn, so we just listened to the women. Emma doesn’t say much either, so we listened most to Liesbet.
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~ How it Turned Out
Read More: ~ How it Turned OutTo my great surprise, I was sent the booklet “Opa Dekker in Canada” six months after my stay in Canada. Whether I would please read it for a while and then give my permission to have the booklet printed. Well, that was fine by me!
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~ A Nice Sunday Afternoon
Read More: ~ A Nice Sunday AfternoonOnce upon a time, there were a boy and a girl. The boy was five and so was the girl. They were twins who looked nothing alike at all. The little boy, that was Klaas, had black hair like his father. The girl, Melissa, had blonde hair like her mother.
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~ Troubles
Read More: ~ TroublesOne Monday, Liesbet said to me: Wednesday evening we have to go to Jan and Marie’s, you know. Wednesday already, I cried. We had already talked about it once that summer, but I had never thought about it again.
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~ Joop
Read More: ~ JoopNo one was ever to notice that I had been in the barn. More corpses might not be buried there, but the people from the FBI Laboratory could still show up. That’s why I didn’t break the padlock with one of the tools for changing tires.
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~ The Weather Turns
Read More: ~ The Weather TurnsI would often go and play the organ in church now. I preferred that to studying. I wouldn’t pass the final exam anyway, even if I threw myself into my studies. Rehearsing four years of study material from unfamiliar textbooks was an impossibility
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~ The Sign Cap
Read More: ~ The Sign CapThe only joy I experienced during those long study evenings was looking forward to Saturday. The little farmhouse had become my actual home. The silence of the uninhabited world at the bottom of the dyke calmed my soul and the happy girl created a joy in me that lasted throughout the week.