Tirza

'Between friends. Aha. Why you tell me this?'

He gets her to. Her hand, her arm. Only with his fingertips. If a blind.

'I thought: it is good if you know it. All those secrets. Why now? Why should we ignore the? For each other? We are strangers, yet? Friends, but strangers. Acquaintances. Exen. Maybe we friends, maybe.'

'Maybe.' She smiles. 'Maybe," she says. 'but the last month have you done nothing. In any case I have noticed anything.'

'No, no, we do nothing for a while. She understands the. She has not called for. They may also be without. But I give her yet its perk.'

There is a cork on the table. The shower has the taste in the mouth cannot delete. Vomit. Prawn crackers. Old, wet Prawn Chips.

'I actually find your normal?' he asks.

'Normal?' she looks at him, again surprised, non-ya. 'Why? Why do you do that?'

"Just. Without reason.'

He picks up the cork on, let him turn around.

'Am I normal?'

"God, Jörgen, why do you want to know? I mean is that not a bit late? You are almost retired. You have until now been saved, so it will be loosened. It does not more. What you are. I mean it is over. Your life is ready. The viewable not.'

The cork fall to the ground. He grabs him.

'But When can you say,' he goes further, 'I have a normal sex life? If you do not have sex? Once or twice per week, in a further monogamous relationship, in the bedroom and one in the quarter after a party for friends, in the kitchen. When it is normal, the sex life of human beings? When can you without lying to say: 'I have a healthy sex life."?'

Still groped his fingertips her arm, her shoulder, its neck and now also her face.

It stores the newspaper close. 'I do not know. I do not think that you should ask me whether you are normally. And what is normal. Do you mean what is the standard? What is the average? How often they do it? The other people? I know you too long, to good, I can say nothing about you, ask your colleagues. Ask your daughters maybe. Ask the others.'

His head is true as an infected wound and yet it can not be called a headache.

'What stands are normally?' he wants to know. It is now no longer from what he says and what he does not say. What he betrays, what he does, which secrets it involved the grave in will drag. 'What are not normal? If there is blood from the anus, is it still normal? Where does the abnormal? Where is the border? Where is the moment you realize: Damn, i am somewhere, I have a limit is exceeded, and I can not return, even if I would like, I can not return. I am on the other side, but what is the other side? What is it?' His finger rest on its nose.

'There is blood from the anus? By whom? In the event that woman from Ghana?'

It sounds like a joke from her mouth. A Pointe. But he has not heard the beginning, and now that he does not know why he must laugh.

Ship's steward is silent, he has no idea what he should say more. Half does he expect the wife will now have to get up and move to the top, but they are stuck.

'Maybe,' he says after a time, 'is the most normal ultimately not have sex. Or only with yourself in the bathroom. You early in the morning, lying on the bed while i coffee. Only with your thoughts and half fantasies, indefinite, onuitgeleefde fantasies for which no one can punish you.'

She picks its glass, where even a glimmer of wine in it. The empty them.

'I was your imagination," she says, 'You know yet? Your imagination, that I was.'

He nods. He is tired, his thoughts fade. 'My fantasy,' he does so. 'Yes, that were you.'

They state. 'I go to bed.' She folds the newspaper on the glass. 'You must just not there so much to think about," she says. 'What you do with that woman doing. It is but the worker. There is no in. I mean: hello, that woman comes from Ghana, which will certainly have experienced worse things. And she is our work star. Your work applicant.'

She runs to the kitchen. He is going to follow her. For the worktop and he remains he to clock that tail above the worktop depends. 'They are now above Mali,' he says. 'or Cameroon. How would it?'

'Who?'

'Tirza and Mohammed Atta.'

Together with him tail them a few seconds to the clock.

'or maybe they are above Ghana. Maybe they fly now above the family of your work applicant.'

She smiles and they saves a poor man with whom they have children.

'I am ill?' he whispers in her ear. 'Is that what I am? Is that what the people do not know?'

They release. 'But they know it. It may be their only did not care. As long as they are not subject to it.'

She goes to top. She runs gently, like they could make someone wake up.

'What are they then?' he calls her after. 'If I am ill, what are they then?'

Now he opens but a bottle of wine to the taste in the mouth.

He drinks one and a half glass. And he calls yet again to above: 'What are they then?'

There is no answer.

Seven days after the departure of Tirza asks the wife to ship's steward: 'has actually already phoned them?'

'Who?'

'Who? Of course Tirza.'

He shakes his head.

'They would call when they there was?'

'Dat would they do, but they did not done.'

They sit in the garden. It is hot.

The wife zont topless to the to prevent staining which stick to the sunbathing with bikini.

'Must we are worried?' requires a ship's steward.

'Of course not.' She picks sunscreen and lubricates is in. 'I just wonder whether they had already phoned. Also never called Ibi if they had been traveling. But Tirza. I do not know. I asked the wonder. It seemed to me to be something for her to call. Have you checked your email?' She lubricates thoroughly, as if it is her work.

'I have its called twice,' he says. 'On its mobile. They also has no e-mail is sent. Not for me in any case. We do not ask to you?'

'To me they have never sent an e-mail, Jörgen. And? When you called her?'

'I got her voice mail.'

The wife put the sunglasses.

'Yes, they of course, has no range. What do you think?'

Against the sun he has set up a straw hat. Since he is, He burns kalend quick on his head, even in the shade. It is red and starts to itch.

"I will call someone?' he suggests.

'Who wants to call you?'

'De youth hostel for example, the youth hostel where they are the first days.'

'Jörgen, Tirza is there with her boyfriend, they are in Africa, it is hot. She is on holiday. Keep you a little on the plain. Do you know what those two all the time are doing? They are with the levering.'

'Daarvoor did they not to Africa? They wanted to see something, understand something. Something. And you began to ask: "has already phoned them?" You will here for unrest. Am censuring me.'

'I do not care for unrest. I proposed a neutral question. She has actually already called? This is a neutral question.'

'No, that was not a neutral question. Not just the way you early.'

'Listen, you darlings is a wipkip, you have to accept. It is not so bad.' Its voice will be heard treiterig mockery.

'hold on,' he calls, 'die offensive language you. Stop there. The only wipkip which we have had in the family are you.'

In the kitchen he opens a cold bottle of wine. He likes the bottle against his forehead. A wipkip. How can you mention your daughter a wipkip? What do I have to be someone to do that?