Etiket: Borst
‘I want to see you naked’ was a modest request by his standards | column Maaike Borst
It was a nice song, said son on the bike home after the Kraantje Pappie concert. Good beat, nice vocals. But that text! The eight-year-old shook his head. “That will…
Column Hugo Borst | Almere City is Getafe Light | Hugo Borst
Columnist Hugo Borst compares Almere City with Getafe, but in a milder version. The small selection of the Spaniards’ vision: eating garlic, standing compactly and kicking the testicles after losing…
The café refused to care about any sadness – and that was how it should be | column Maaike Borst
The new year started better than expected. Our fireworks were more beautiful than ever. It wasn’t much, three boxes, but the arrows shot high and exploded big and wide in…
By ‘they’ he meant people like me | column Maaike Borst
Normally I would have passed him by. Now I spoke to him because I was a journalist and out to hear what people thought about the election results. He was…
If it all turns out not to be too bad (except for that one thing) I column Maaike Borst
My child had called four times. On my phone his name turned red from the missed calls. I hadn’t heard anything because I was standing at the bar at a…
About the gray mist of drizzle and that one beautiful day | column Maaike Borst
On that one day when the sun was shining we walked around the lake. “Blubsie!”, the youngest shouted every time the path became deep black and impassable. Sand, water and…
Column Hugo Borst | Erik ten Hag uses the Promes | method at Manchester United Hugo Borst
Columnist Hugo Borst is bothered by Erik ten Hag’s attitude when it comes to football players who have been discredited. He previously held Quincy Promes’ hand above his head and…
Between the sweet smoke of melted chocolate spread I thought I smelled a hint of seal I column Maaike Borst
The sea had slammed him down and then receded into ebb. Bathers sat on both sides at a safe distance from the carcass, only a curious golden retriever came to…
I didn’t hear anything, but I saw that she was screaming loudly and without sound it was crushing | column Maaike Borst
I don’t know why I looked in that car. Usually my gaze along the Van Starkenborghkanaal is only focused on my front wheel and the asphalt. A gray road, brown…
The car was stickered with a thick middle finger and the text ‘Fuck Den Haag’ | column Maaike Borst
On the way to Schoonebeek it was the flag hanging upside down that stood out. He waved proudly on a stick in front of what looked suspiciously like a farm.…