If I could have one wish granted, it would be to see just for a moment the face of that man who brought me back to life. At the age of sixteen, Greta will be going to work in a Dutch hospital where they train handicapped people for fitting tasks. When I had written these thoughts down, I put them away. For days and weeks I left them alone and I wondered what it was that made me love these simple people so much. Yes, I think I do.
Friendship is such a strange and lovely thing.
An eternity that could be destroyed any minute. In adult life there sometimes can be competition, one way or another, which is friendship's foe. But at a certain age the urge to compete dies and vanity dies and you feel relieved. That old aunt was never relieved. Granted, one cannot converse with them about art or books or even politics, as their education and worldly experience are limited.