The pope had a quiet night. This is daily news in recent weeks. But is it news? Surely the Holy Father had quiet nights his life? Celibacy offers a fuss-free life. Never a steaming row between the sheets. At most, a youthful drink with some other pious black skirts in a nightlife of Buenos Aires. But then sleep well.
In the meantime, the global mess is getting bigger and larger. No spark of peace hangs in the air. In Syria there is an old -fashioned fight again and in Israel it is also heading in the right direction for the international arms trade. It is wonderful to read that Netanyahu had brought a golden beeper when you visit the American president as a gift. As a reminder of his successful act of terror with the explosive beepers and walkie talkies against Hezbollah. Will Trump have a prize cabinet for this kind of amical presents? Did Benjamin come up with this gift himself or did the Israeli war cabinet meet intensively about this? The question is whether this golden peeper can be trusted. Perhaps he will soon explode in the hands of the American president because he has chatted a little too intimately with Hamas. I will not surprise it.
While I write this, I stare at my just delivered emergency package that comes from one of the many quickly created websites. Dozens of businesses have now dived in the market in this gap. Nice resit for Camille, Bernd and Sywert. I saw the latter on TV happily on Thursday with distraught joke brokes. The funny thing was that when he was completely stuck again because of his own statements and apps, he started to blush. He is being sucked deeper into the swamp of his own fabrications and even I got a touch of pity with the kicked kid. My tip: Sywert, take your loss, put on a fluorescent vest and go stuck in front of you in the event of road works as a traffic controller. For example, tens of thousands of compatriots are currently earning their money. If you choose an Amsterdam intersection then you have at least five years of work there. They don’t like pace in that city. What I am most happy with in my emergency package? The whistle!
While they cancel the Ministry of Education in America, Groningen corps balls have misbehaved the old -fashioned hooligans in some sad ski resort. They were thrown out of the hotel there, but that will be fine. Some of the neat dads and mums will litigate against the hotel and the travel organizer, who have to prove that it was their gifted Hendrik-Willem who caused this damage. Was the hotel stuff -proof enough? The rest of the parents pulls the muddy wallet and keeps it still at the golf club. And Vindicat has now suspended the rig. And not a bit. For how long? For 72 hours. Indeed ruthless. They will bleed those patches.
How much misery can we handle? In terms of football it was also not a Dutch top week. Only AZ did well. The rest narrowly lost. Except PSV. 7-1 knock against Arsenal. Tip for the people of Eindhoven: even though the carnival is in Lampegat, not drinking for the competition.
There was one thing that comforted me this week. The national sorrow for Dieuwertje, who had to give up her brave battle last weekend. We all knew it was coming, but when the news became known, a shock went through the Netherlands. And rightly so. She was an icon and was high above all parties because of her very cheerful and optimistic being. Certainly in the last twenty years as the sweet presenter of it Sinterklaasjournaal In which they kept all the children and their parents in a mild way.
Her death had announced herself a few months ago and I don’t know anyone who accepted her own inevitable end as Dieuwertje Blok.
It is therefore right that God told the Pope that he had to wait a while. There was a higher visit en route.