After living abroad for years, I recently cycled across the moors in beautiful weather. In the distance I saw two young women walking next to the bike path. When I passed them they shouted: “Willem, Willem!” Hey, I thought in a flash, how nice those must be my daughter’s friends. That they still recognize me! I stopped and looked back and at the same moment a labrador named Willem came running. An illusion richer I cycled on again.
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of November 17, 2022