After a quarter of an hour he received two plastic bags containing hot food for three persons and extra Prawn Chips.
It travels to house, with the radio on. An artist he can not bring home sings in Dutch.
The rice, the meat and fish anytime he was on the table from. Really festive are not containers plastic, but to compensate for that he plugs candles. There is also in the lower plastic cutlery, that he decides to use but now he has suffered greatly from it.
'Tirza,' he calls, 'food'.
He brings the bottle of wine to the dining table and opens a new one.
They are still above, they are being so. They are back in bed, he knows he reminds of the past. Sex, excellent. But why then remain so long? Or even worse: fall asleep. If you are already in the middle of the day have sex, then move than do something, roll up your sleeves. Ibi was at least as very. How often he had not at the end of the afternoon her room door open and see her sleep with a guy in her arms? Sexes and sleep, and if he said some of it replied: 'You're crazy.'
But he was not mad he was concerned. Ship's steward knew the future as an all too frequently visited camping.
On the table Tirza's iPod. Idea free starts to play with a ship's steward Just as he does so without thought the caps in his ears. He is listening to music he can not home. It on and starts to dance.
As dance Tirza sometimes also with him in the kitchen or in the living room. The silent disco calls them the.
Normal dance ship's steward not, but now he is not afraid to be seen. He loses itself.
The rain is not delayed. The grass that he has sown again yesterday has been changed in a mud hole. He shall submit the iPod back on the table and runs to the garden. Sin, he thinks. Everything is washed away, all the seed. Road. Disappeared.
He puts a hand in the earth. They must learn to die. He is also in the process of doing just that. Ship's steward is a self-taught in the die.
And while he is, she crouched in his garden, he tries to imagine what will tomorrow. The last day, the day of Tirza's departure. The last day for the epilogue of his life begins.
He will get up early, as always. He will start the day with the making of a nice breakfast for three persons. He himself will the detached in the kitchen food, much hunger will he does not have. On these days he never hunger.
The breakfast for his daughter and her friend he will bring their in bed. They will sit upright in their bed, without saying anything. If they find it strange and uncomfortable outside, such a last day in the old Europe. Such a last day with a ship's steward, and his hand will tackle Tirza, for he is turned over to back down to continue. 'You need to think about love, PAP,' she will a whisper. 'Really good in love, just as I.'
At eleven they will start. To err on the side. Perhaps there are files, wegopbrekingen. You do not know. And you want to have to worry in the car, you would not of the nerves and the voltage at the airport arrival. Far too early they will arrive in Frankfurt.
They will have a cup of coffee in the Departures Hall, hastily, without too much to say. He will sweaty hands.
At check-in, he will leave them alone, the set that is not set, but a mistake. He will continue to wait at the sign which says 'meeting point'.
For them by the customs, will they once come back to him. Shy.
As far as he had to say, but if the moment he will be nothing else than to know: 'Beware. Only well on each other. Carefully do.'
Atta will cause him to hand.
It will ship's steward Tirza against itself and pressing.
Atta will polite a few steps backwards.
Ship's steward will fight against the tears, he will win the of the tears, he has always won by the tears.
'Does your mobile phone out there doing?' he will still have questions.
'Papa,' she will say, 'die do i really not that is much too expensive. If he already doing.'
He will squeeze in her arms. He will squeeze and pinch, he will despair squeezing out of her as the last remnants of toothpaste out of the tube.
'call me if you arrived. No matter how late. Call me. Collect call,' he will say.
They will release him. 'We need to the gate,' she will say.
'You have all the time.'
'It is still a final walk,' she will say.
He will tag along to the customs.
There will be a long line.
If the policeman will have its passport viewed, it will again have to turn around to her father to say goodbye. And he will continue to hold sway wave back and even if he is unable to see them, swinging and wave and even more enthusiastic. He has seen on countless occasions at Amsterdam Airport Schiphol. He knows how to do it.
If it is almost completely dark, he understands that Tirza and her boyfriend in a deep sleep. He runs to the hallway and calls yet again to the top, but they do not respond. He will be the rice table should only be eaten. So rude is Mohammed Atta: everything to recline, use all, but nothing to contribute to the Community. Never social. Ship's steward reminds of Ibi and her friend. That appeared in the last no longer for dinner. That is the influence of the color handling. Anti-social behavior.
For he begins to eat he still pays a glass of wine. He is going to sit around the table and tail to the garden which has been of his parents, the garden where Ibi and Tirza have played and he is experiencing once again the day which will come. Because, prepared and well, he can better fight against the tears, the tears which he himself does not permit which are superfluous. Disgusting.
For two hours at night he state. He could not sleep. Careful nobody to wake, he sneaks down the stairs. Ship's steward opens a bottle of wine, Italian gewürztraminer, and drink a glass of hastily, as if someone could catch him.
He is afraid that he loses his understanding, he must do something to calm down. In his underpants off he goes into the garden. It is stopped raining. The fluorescent tube in the kitchen gives him enough light. And he starts the garden on order. Everything he makes on the side. The grass, the flowers, the bushes. He distributes the earth, he sows again in the grass. Yes, this is it. He works so hard that despite his scarce clothing does not feel the cold.
After an hour he is the kitchen within and still open a bottle of wine, although the previous still for three quarters full. He must not be afraid, Tirza will come back from Africa. The Tirzaloze episode will a short episode. He will survive that episode.
It is already light if he stops working in the garden, if he clean the tool and in the kitchen on the ground to dry.
Conceived as he is he still makes the overflow and the living room clean as if there were any time to come visit high. He is also in the browse Koran. A wonderful book for wonderful people.
Then he lying in bed. She wants that i love word, he thinks, they want that i love a good word, but I am already well in love, I already exists.
He sees a chance to sleep over two hours.
That Sunday everything is exactly as he thought. For once the future it proposes not to disappoint. He is there on Frankfurt Flughafen wielding, exactly as it is the day before has proposed.
As a ship's steward has proposed it remains swinging, initially only with his right hand, than with both hands. It stretches from, so that Tirza his hands is still to be seen, above all those other swinging hands.
Until it the evocative feels that he is just like Schiphol is to no one to say goodbye.
Slowly, almost wandering, he runs to the parking garage. He must also to his car search.
If he has found him, he is sitting behind the wheel and noted that there are still earth under his nails. He has a weekend dug in the mud. In the mud lived, you might say.
At the time that he wants to start the dashboard he sees on the iPod of Tirza. He wants to run the vehicle, to the Departures Hall, but he realizes that time he has not by the customs.