It is a beautiful, sunny spring day, when I walk through Borne with my then ten -year -old daughter.
I point to a passing convertible with a folded roof and say: “Look Pien, drive the wind through the hair: some people like that.”
She nods in agreement. Five minutes later, one comes by again.
When a third Cabriolet passes us shortly thereafter, she concludes dryly: “Many homeless people here.”
Robert Peij
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