'And what happens,' he asks, 'if you go in Africa with that Mohammed Atta and you come to a two meter long negro against which you will find very nice? What then?'
'DAN I write you a ticket," she says. 'Dan i write: "Hey pap, I am a two meter long negro encountered which I find quite nice."'
In the distance they hear the sounds of 'bei mir bist du schön'.
They have started again with the music. Everything starts from the beginning.
He runs to the door. 'I,' he says, 'come.' on the ground still the scale with sashimi, but he let him.
Caution If a gray nature he goes down the stairs.
There are five or six people in the living room. Mrs of Mining is in a corner and talk with a pupil. Glass everywhere, serv plants with remnants of raw fish, on the basis of many rice, still more glass, beer bottles, remnants of garnish with which he had drawn up the shells. Against the wall, in the vicinity of the dining table, the wife against a boy printed whose face for ship's steward is hidden. They are involved in a kiss. Mohammed Atta he sees nowhere.
Everything in the room smells of celebration. Old celebration.
He turns to Tirza. 'Where is Mohammed Atta?' he asks.
'Choukri,' says they emphatically, 'Choukri is to house. I have said that he had to go but. I would not that he should have longer firsthand.'
She points to her mother. And in which one eight-free movement is the declaration for many. The mother who cannot. The parent who has never wanted to.
On the table next to the bank is a half full glass of wine. Ship's steward picks it and drank the hastily empty.
'I install your path,' he says. 'I bring you there. You fly from Frankfurt? I bring you to the airport.' It is a coincidence, but one that it gives energy. Suddenly he has hope.
'Dat do not need. We can also with the train.'
'No, no,' says ship's steward, 'let me well. And then we are still a one night stay in the Betuwe, in the house of grandpa and grandma. Then we still a weekend under each other. For you to leave. I mean that of Mohammed Atta did not so bad. It seems that he may be of little use to do so. Do not take it so heavy, take it all with not so heavy.'
'We will see,' says Tirza, 'we shall have to wait and see.'
Father and daughter to stare at Hofmeesters wife. She is in a different world. Which of the desire that goes hand in hand with bright drunkenness.
"Do you know the boy?' requires a ship's steward.
His daughter nods.
'Pap," she says, 'the celebration is past, don't you think? The is ready. We need to send the people.'
'Yes, to send. You are right.'
The final exam feast of Hofmeesters youngest daughter is over. It is somewhere a relief.
He shall do all lights, turn on the music softer and collects a few glass. His clothes sticking to his body, his hair paste to his head and his hands from sticking to the glass.
'Hugh, Jörgen,' calls on the wife, 'must that well, that bright light?'
With three in stacked beer glasses he runs to her. It is not absolutely naked, such as when she was put on the table and did like they Dolly Parton was, but you can still see that they have recently been half-naked.
'The Celebration is past,' says he was very clear. 'It is ready. It is about.' He looks at the boy, it is the boy who has ever meegegeten. The Boy With The short name. He is already forgotten him. One syllable.
One of those guys who had said Tirza: 'He continues to eat tonight.' But he had perhaps been misunderstood. What is actually 'continue to eat'? In the world of Tirza means 'continue to eat' perhaps more than just to eat. What is in the name of God the true meaning of 'continue to eat'?
'Young Man,' he says, 'please say goodbye to my wife. It was a nice party. But it is over.'
'Die formal tone, Jörgen. Please, you're not more fully of this time. And if he wants to remain a moment, he remains. This is also my house.'
He slowly shakes his head. 'No, not more. Your home is a living boat. And if you are on this houseboat is no longer welcome, than I can do anything about it, but this house is no longer in your house. Here you to host.'
While he says he recalls how he evenings hose on the wife has been waiting for, he remembers even that he loves her loved, sweet he found its, right at the beginning, and these memories verschuren him. They make him week, liquid. More fluid than all Italian gewürztraminer together. He tail to her and he has the tendency to its also, very briefly but touching, The wreck that she is. He recognizes the, that is the problem. Hofmeesters wife is the most recognizable wreck that he had ever seen in his life. And in that he finds wreck recognizable his own life.
The guy says nothing. He is to get drunk to even disparagingly or scared to watch. It seems as though the hangover normally until the next morning starts now have already been commenced. Bowled he runs away without Groet. He looks even to the wife. As if it already has forgotten what he did not have two minutes has done this.
Ship's steward hear the front door is opened. Tirza will be the last guests to the outlets.
'you could not leave it?' he asks. The 'give you others involved in our game?'
The wife rubs her mouth. Hair mascara is light, not even be disturbing. Ach, even in this bright light then it is still note.
If you do not know her, it is hardly a problem, if you do not have a past with her, you see other things.
'What game?' she asks, 'what game, Jörgen? Where did you take over? There is still only game and if there are only game, it is not a game more. We have for years been held up with our game. You walk once again behind the facts.'
The trip. Later in the house saves a door is closed.
'Let us do…' he says, 'Let us get carry on as before. The living room is the Vondelpark, it is night, anywhere is the night, and I am the beast. The beast that you come Verschuren, the beast that is on your raises, let me the beast.'
'No,', 'strongly urges them hold. Do you understand the than not yet? You can understand nothing?' she picks him with his required and shake it in so far as they are still has the power back and forth. Also threatens to drop the glass.
'We do not play that we are broken, we are, Jörgen, we pcoducer the. How often should I say something for you understand? I am just returned because I could anywhere else. Nobody wanted to me, Jörgen. Nobody wanted to me. Do you understand? It calls to you by?'
They release it and he panting slightly: 'No, no, I do not understand that.' as if he were just a strange phone message has been received.
Then he walks to the kitchen. On the bank to sit still remaining two children, they seem to sleep, the front door is open, he hears Tirza's voice from the street.
Soon he pays a glass of wine. Then he goes to the garden. The torches are based. He will get rid of it tomorrow. Only the light in the barn is still alight.
He wants the knocking down, but then he sees Ester, on the bucket, albeit not more with the jeans on her ankles.
Ship's steward tail to her, not more if lover, but as a host. The father of the successful. A friendly father.
'The Celebration is past,' he says. 'Everyone has had to go home. You can now go better.'
She takes him in smiling. Arrogant, so she looks. As if they are above him stands, far above this old man who is still not able to reconcile with his own body, who has been able to reconcile with nothing, maybe you should say.
He does not know how his actions should explain to her, but he would like to see it. Even at this hour of the night he continues to search for declarations, ending in apologies and compliments. A man who declares itself, is a man who has congratulated with their own mistakes.