I only once went to a garage sale in my former hometown Leyden. I was walking down the street on a Saturday morning when I passed this house with a sign that there was a sale. It turned out to be a painter from Australia, who had lived there for a number of years and was returning back to his home country. He sold the lot. So I entered his house: a lot of books and paintings. I choose this wonderful colorful painting, signed at the back for 10 bucks as I recall. It’s been 30 years since, but that painting is still hanging in my living room. I absolutely love it!

What? I am going to take a quick shower Why? Because the man I am in love with is visiting this morning. We are going for a bike ride. When? On this beautiful Saturday morning. How? He is going to rent a bike at the station and I have my own bike here. Where? In the Hague, my city in the Netherlands. Who? His name is Martin, and he is sooo cute!

To narrow it down, I was a little bit lonely sometimes because I was always alone, writing. I hated that for the long run so I decided to do something about it. A little bit silly but it worked: I met a lovely man. The cobwebs in my brain disappeared overnight and I don’t have to fear any longer my life will be evanescent. I am building sacred memories as we speak.