dinsdag 26 juni 2012


We zaten op de veerboot naar Helsingborg. Ik hield de deur open voor een kind.

"I cannot believe you opened the door ... for a man!" zei zij.

"A man? He was fourteen years old, a kid."

"Yes, but he is a man. You do not hold the door for a man."

Ik protesteerde.

"No," ging ze verder, "you have to let the man help you, or you will never find a man. And then you will remain incomplete, like one half, unhappy and unfulfilled."

Bron