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Jaap van Sweden called. Whether I knew a good lawyer. He was in trouble. I asked if he might have branded musicians with a boiling hot conducting stick because they played too quickly or too slowly. But he likes to leave this kind of Nazi practices to the cozy Groningen corps balls from Vindicat. No, he was accused of cross -border behavior. He had addressed musicians too hard and too strictly and was therefore looking for a strong lawyer.

First I thought of Gerard Spong, who would shamelessly explain that the mentally bruised orchestra members themselves asked to be caught by Jaap. Simply by not being resilient enough. This motive from Gerard had also worked very well with raped women.

And of course I thought of the curious couple Knoops, but realized that this renowned lawyer duo is currently too busy with the release of the discredited couple Knoops. Because those two have quite a bit to explain. The complaints to their address are not tender. Sieved Marines on the balcony of their office where they had a North Korean terror reign for years. The ever -clad -dressed Mrs. Knoops not only moaned there about the whore outfit of the female employees, but also shamelessly listened to all telephones. No, it was very cozy in this Buitenveldertertse Kremlin.

Some of their staff are currently being nursed with chronic PTSS symptoms in the Matthijs van Nieuwkerk clinic in Hilversum specialized for these types of cases, where the Bestichtsorkest gives home concerts every Sunday morning. This only Josti sounds emitting company consists of musicians from international ensembles terrorized by Van Zweden. Furthermore, a sobbing football trainer hurts. Just before the finish, he released the national championship in a childish way. This Italian is visited daily by crying players and desperate supporters who don’t understand why the blind Ajax management makes their savior go so easily. The Amsterdam club management now invents all kinds of weak excuses that the demands of the sympathetic Tuscan philosopher were too high. Who leaks this kind of board rack of that once unassailable Amsterdam football club? No idea. How all gossip thrum in their regular club magazine De Telegraaf ends up? Via that scary Vera Bergkamp? Her honest spokesperson Sonja K.? That is of course also possible. Although it would rather deal with this newspaper. Or does everything just come from Gordon, who was the landlord of Faroli last year? For the upcoming deflation at Ajax, people are already happily engaged in Rotterdam and Eindhoven.

They are shocking days. For example, I thought for years that the Zwarte Cross in the Achterhoek was a local party of a number of cheerful local farmers’ fellows, who operate from a mess of second -hand caravans and some rattling pipowagens. But now I understand that this once started as an alternative party is now owned by somewhat clever private equity company that is in the right-turning ass of the democratically elected dictator Donald Trump. This shadowy organization invests in weapons, fossil energy projects and also helps to harass hopeless Palestinians on the West Bank from their houses.

When the Zwarte Cross-Jongens recently called me if they could interview me during their festival, I immediately said yes. That seemed nice to me. Then they pisted whether I also wanted to preach the next day during an alternative church service for unbelievers. I was looking forward to that too. But then I thought I was dealing with a bunch of cheerful relatives of Bennie Jolink. I did not know that there was a debatable pack of American money wolves behind it.

I know that the organizers of the festival are also ashamed of their owner, who jokingly call their ‘angry stepmother’, but I still called off on Friday morning because it just slept badly.

And now? Now I’m just going to sleep badly while I think about starving Gaza. We are there and we look at it. And someday we say with dry eyes: Wir Haben es nicht gesusst.

As a co -debtor, I actually also look for a lawyer.

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