They walk hand in hand to the room.
He shall do the lights on, depends his hat.
They are going to sit on the same seat on which they have already been sat.
'Yes,' he says, 'Are we then.' He does also the lights in the bathroom.
'You certainly don't toothbrush with you?' he asks. 'No, you have nothing at all to you. That is the youth. Goes off staying. Does nothing. Carefree. Time, though. I had also often Tirza of chasing everything when they remained somewhere staying. You can borrow my toothbrush is, I will give him good for your cleaning.'
He holds his toothbrush under the tap and looks, while his teeth cleaning brush, to the child.
They sit there motionless.
'I,' he says.
He beckons her.
They are hesitant to him. He does toothpaste on the toothbrush. He kneels down and he brushes her teeth. Although his toothbrush is a bit too large for its teeth.
It has been a long time ago that he has done, but he is not forgotten.
They will open its mouth without question or protest.
He brushes thoroughly.
'Well,' he says, 'that was that. It is important. The teeth.'
He will take her to the bed, he saves the bed open. The side where normal nobody is located.
She has a pajamas necessary. Nude sleep could, but it seems a good idea.
'Wait,' he says.
He runs to the cabinet and retrieves the dress that the wife has purchased for Tirza. Carefully remove the paper, he he returned in the la stops.
'Doe you dress,' he says.
They slips from her dress in a second. He loves her dress Tirza for.
'It is not real pajamas,' he says, "but we have nothing else. You must do something about in the night. The cools down. This is of Tirza.'
With some effort — he has long no children more decorated — he pulls her dress Tirza.
It looks as if they were dressed up has for a party. He shakes his head and needs to be a little smile.
A fancy dress party, it runs off. This trip. His life. Everything.
It stops her in.
In the bathroom clothe himself. He holds his pants. A pajamas also has he does not have to be.
Then he was on its side of the bed.
'Well,' he says, 'sleep tasty.'
She is on her head on the large white cushion. Droll, that is the word that comes up in him as he looks to her.
'Well,' he says, 'we go to sleep. It was a long day.'
She focuses. 'Do you want company, sir?' she asks.
Slowly shakes his head.
'hold on,' he whispers, 'Kaisa, hold on to those nonsense. Not today. It is too late. See i like this? As someone who needs company? No, really not.' He goes past her to her night lamp is off to do so.
'I am not more used to dealing with strangers in one bed,' he says, 'us please forgive me if I restless sleep. I have slept in recent years. To my wife returned. I like this one side of the bed to use as a table on which you submit papers, newspapers, books. But that was not more, when they came back. Goodnight.'
Now he is doing his night light off. He is certainly still awake twenty minutes. Sometimes he keeps his breath to hear or Kaisa sleeps.
In the middle of the night is he woke up. He dreamed of Tirza. They were on the bikes in the Betuwe. His parents lived. He is on, makes light in the bathroom and also on the edge of the bathtub. His thoughts are still not sharp. Vague he recalls that he was a child in bed. He is now just over a week in Windhoek. He tries to remember when he last Tirza's voice heard. That was when he called her and her voice mail received. Soft he begins to speak against it.
'Tirza,' he says, "I am in Windhoek. A strange city, no city more a village. I talk a bit gently, because not only am I.'
At half past nine is he woke up. Kaisa is already awake. They sit upright in bed and looks at him.
"Good Morning,' he says.
He rubs his face. Of the bedside table to pick up his watch.
'It is already late,' he says.
Without showering it attracts some clothes.
'Keep you often logeren?' he asks.
More quiet.
'or you often remains in people staying?'
"Yes," she says.
'You can of course continue to have breakfast, but then I get started. I am here for my daughter. We are her. Do you know how I call her? The Solar Queen.'
He lifts her out of bed. They did nothing more than to the dingy dress. Caution, afraid if he is the damage that he, he pulls its Tirza's dress.
He picks it back in, commits him in the la and gives her her own dress. She pulls him not to. He is going to sit for her crouches.
'We are going to what breakfasts,' he says, 'You must you dress up.'
She seems to be its nose against those of him to rub, but in the end they press her mouth on to his. He bounces back.
'No, no,' he says, 'That's not necessary. It is not necessary.'
He feels how hot the once again and he smells that clothes that he has attracted a bit smelly. What does it matter? Odour in Africa is something else than stench in the Van Eeghenstraat.
'I need you to dress,' he says. 'We are going to have breakfast.'
Ship's steward withdraws its the dress.
As he continues to sit as if he has forgotten something. 'brushing teeth,' he says, 'doing after breakfast we.'
On the minibar, he sees the photo of Tirza. It stops him in the envelope and the envelope in his pocket. He does this morning but are sandals.
He is running slow with Kaisa to the breakfast buffet that is served on the terrace.
There are two tables filled. He recognizes people last night. Once again the silence calls, now he appears with the child.
They sit down. Guests must operate itself at the buffet, but a ship's steward is not yet. The walk is difficult.
The girl that also last night, 'operated Coffee, Mr ship's steward?'
He nods. 'and for the young lady,' he says, 'hot chocolate, is that something? Hot chocolate.'
His hat he has not set up this morning, but his briefcase he is in itself. Everything is included in what he needs.
Just as he wants to get up with the child to go to the buffet, vibrates the telephone in its pocket. It is the wife.
'Why do I hear nothing from you?' she asks.
The 'Create your worried?' he whispers, although no one can be understood. 'Dat do not.'
'Not for you. To Tirza.'
'I think that they are not more in Windhoek. I think they have gone to the coast or to the desert. I will have a look.'
'Look? Jörgen, it is not a treasure hunt. Is it not time that you go to the police and declaration of a missing person?'
'I know that it is not a treasure hunt. Do you think i for a treasure hunt eighteen hours fly?'
'I want you to do anything.'
'Are you worried?'
'Ibi is concerned. They call twice a day. She makes any odes concerned. She makes me nervous, I know that the nonsense yet. Do you already have been to the police?'
'De police? This is Namibia.'
'Yes, but surely you agree to the police. Or do you want to do in Amsterdam?'
'I call you later. Everything is under control. They come up above water. You have said so yourself. It is our just forget it.'
He flips its telephone close, puts it.
The child looks equally neutral to him as always.
My wife is concerned, they think that it is good if we go to the police.'
Ship's steward is On, runs concurrently with the girl to the buffet. For the buffet engages the child his hand. They shall designate a croissant. He shall submit the croissant on a sign.