Column | Evening Four Days – NRC

The phenomenon of evening four days was new to me, I had no idea how to relate to this. I also did not know that it was a family walk, I only noticed that when I delivered the two oldest daughters at the entrance to the swimming pool in the park. I was surprised by the amount of people, and then about how big some children were. Those were parents, some were wearing the same kind of clothes as their children.

The oldest daughter warned not to come in her neighborhood immediately, the middleest wanted me in her neighborhood. There I walked, five kilometers foot by foot, because it doesn’t go fast. One of the parents talked about geriatric walking, but even my mother went even faster at the end. A mother had made a plate so that we had a target point. It was important to stay close to that sign. The conversations with the other parents can best be summarized if I know how bad I did my best. I concluded after an hour after an hour, we were on the dike and I had just had a second hay fever attack that was so intense that I almost stayed in it, the most accessible version of myself. I had witnessed and laughed. In the meantime, I spied how my eight -year -old hemed to other eight -year -olds, a difficult age. Everyone is lonely in their own way and tries to draw attention with a lot of noise once in a while. That could turn out both positive and negative, the parents walked along for that. It was nothing but my adult existence where they also work with the elbows. Only they were all equipped here with bags of candy that could be used as a lubricant. I also remember that as the great thing about my time as a smoker, I never said no when they came to be a cigarette, which unconsciously yields goodwill. My daughter came to tell that she had exchanged a drop veter against three fruitsella’s. Whether I thought that was a smart exchange? No, stupid exchange, I thought. A drop veter is five fruitsella’s.

« Exchange! » I shouted, « tell that rotmeise that the deal is not going on … »

I also said it for the father on half -height loafers who ran next to me, hoping that we could laugh at the children together. Moments later his daughter stood in front of us, wrapping that she had to give back her drop hide and that they had called each other Rotkind.

The evening four days is briefly summarized, so a short internship of how it will be every day in a few years. So instructive, it just shouldn’t take four days.

Marcel van Roosmalen Writes a column on Monday and Thursday.

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