Tirza

'No,' she said, 'keep but. You can find my celebrations are always so much fun?'

And he had kinked. 'Yes,' he had said, 'very nice.'

If he is back in the kitchen he hears the voordeurbel. Also he is waiting to see or Tirza or wife will open it. If that does not happen is he himself to the front door. The ladies have to pressure with toilet.

It is Ibi. It has a small bag with him, what a ship's steward a little disappointing, because this means that they will not be many continue. She now lives in France, around sixty kilometers north west of Geneva.

It discloses its, laborious, a tad clumsy, he will stand on her toes, he apologizes, unintelligible. And also that something has onhandigs apologize.

Of his children he expected much, but of Tirza he expected more than of Ibi. Of Ibi he expected much, of everything. Tirza So was it. You must say. Everything.

'You squeeze me fine, papa,' says Ibi. 'Doe quiet.'

Sometimes he discloses the measured, sometimes it is again too enthusiastic, it is difficult to find the right balance.

He loves her at the shoulders, does a jog reverse, but do not let her shoulders.

'You looks good,' he says, without knowing whether he believes, without really looked to her.

'It is busy. The season has begun.'

Ibi, almost four years older than Tirza, has her study physics in France a Bed & Breakfast to start. If he thinks if he really thinks of, if he is all good until late penetrate, makes the ship's steward nauseous. How can you define your study physics for a Bed & Breakfast? Ibi had met a Frenchman, with him is they started the Bed & Breakfast. It was his idea of course. What normal human being asks for something like this?

According to a ship's steward he is no real Frenchman, although he has a French passport, but a color enthusiast who according to the rules of the game behind her money to it. Its honor he has already grabbed away, so what remains? Ship's steward wishes there are no words more to dirt. This he lost.

When she told not to proceed with physics, and as if that was not enough her father and sister of its intention in the foreseeable future to move to France, decided to take a ship's steward contact with a social worker to him by referred to a psychologist. 'How can you physics-ins for a Bed & Breakfast, how can you define the science for the elaboration of beds?' he asked the man during the first session several times.

"Do the your daughter might be happy?' suggested the psychologist eventually. Dismay the man aangestaard had a ship's steward, this traitor of science, this guy. Fortunately? That both his daughters would promote he considered something innate, if the least, the least of the least. He was not prepared to abandon the obvious, and for what? For short-term happiness. He spoog out. He goldsmiths clung to the seamlessness of the success to the show that he is with the life of his children had made. A beautiful, great show was that, a classic vision big and impractical, but especially big. In order to submit the science he had raised them, not to fold sheets in a hostel, with a man of dubious origin as innkeeper. Ideals could not be traded for voos happiness. He was stood up had the psychologist silently a hand and was never returned.

Ibi runs to the kitchen. She looks around. 'Jesus, what have you got your back expended. How many people expect you doing? Where is Tirza?'

'above. You may have already heard?'

'What?'

'Of Tirza.'

'what then? What should I have heard?'

'Dat Mama is there again. She has been returned. I do not know for how long, but she is there.'

'O.'

It seems no great Ibi news. It is perhaps also not a big news. 'Have you what to drink?' she asks.

'natural' ship's steward thinks he is a poor host and a bad host is a poor father. He does the refrigerator open. 'What do you: beer, wine, lemonade? There is homemade lemonade. Lemon, source water and some sugar. Pure nature. What you will find so tasty.'

'Meach.'

He gives her a glass in. They drink in one breath of empty. Then wipe them with the back of her hand her mouth.

'You were well heard or not?'

'What?' she looks at him as if he was not necessarily.

'Of mama.'

'Yes, that I had heard. Should I find something of?'

'Well…' He hesitates. They must find something of? It is a good question. He will find something of?

'I do not know whether you should find something of, but perhaps you have something to say, and yes, maybe you will find anything.'

'It is your life.' gaze. Re She is probably tired of the long journey. This morning in the morning is the house in droves. On steps in Paris. With the metro from one station to the other. He has so often said: 'If you have luggage, take a taxi, you get the money back from me.' But taxis are Ibi, and it is a waste of money at its independence.

Now he is a little bit is used to Ibi's proximity, he looks what she has. A camouflage trousers and a shirt in colors that it systematically giving birth.

'How are you?' she asks them and they put the glass on the worktop. 'I mean further. What will happen?'

'Go? Pressure.' He washes the glass out right away.

'That?'

He feels her anger, no, more than anger, hatred. The inability to forgive me, the hatred which remains lit long after others everything has already been forgotten.

'On the publishing house.'

He is not asking how things are in its Inn. Its Inn does he death. A larger favor he may not prove her. He finally, when he saw that he had lost money has given them to the Bed & Breakfast is something he has not able to supplant. There is no float white spots by his past. Things that he does not want to know more, things which he has tried to remove from its memory. It is not successful. He knows everything. He thinks. The task of the historian is to select details for the progeny of interest, thus condemned other details to oblivion. Whom nothing forgotten, has no life. In the password is the future. Ship's steward was after a year and a half to his study history stopped, he was German and criminology study. He couldn't forget. That is precisely why he stayed in his own past around like a blind.

Those who want to sabotage the truth, only has a faulty memory is needed. Terra incognita. One should at discovery trip can go in the own past and in a foreign country. The jungle. Bushmen, a cauldron. The cannibals welcome you welcome and slowly while the water heats up, you can see all the white spots no longer as white spots, but exactly as it was. A movie. Say Finally you know who you are and then begins to boil the water. They all have a price.

She points to his cheek.

'You happened," she says.

'I just shaved.'

They tear a piece of a paper towel and press it against his cheek. Since they are, father and daughter, awkward but intimate. It is undeniable, this is what intimacy is, this is what remains after the volatile omhelzingen in a vestibule, at an airport in a parking garage.

In her eyes he sees a remarkable chill that he knows well, but to which he has not able to get and he never want to understand. He relies on forgiveness, because he himself is prepared to forgive, after he helped with his dog. The mouth of a Predator, the claw of a real ship's steward.

'Are you happy?' he asks, while the paper slowly from his cheek. There remains a piece of sticking.

She looks at him surprised, but it is surprising that there is thick at the top there is, it is not real astonishment. It is the last, stubborn remainder of anger.

('est when you take a keen interest in for my luck, pap?'

He is doing a step backwards. 'I too am for your well-being. You are my daughter. I only have two daughters.'

'welfare is not the same as happiness. Stay, I get that crumb paper of your cheek.'