On Saturday morning I am in a library in The Hague. Together with a group of adults I look at an illustration book on the table. They come here to practice Dutch, and I can help them with that. While they look at the images, they enthusiastically state what they see. Then their gaze falls on a garbage truck in a corner of the drawing. It will be quiet. I see how they look for the right word. It is on the tip of their tongue, so I am waiting for a while. Then the group is out: “trash can.”
Rianne Jorritsma
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