It happened one day.
Swishhhh. A bright beam of light passed in front of me. Like a sudden lightening before the storm though it wasn’t going to rain. No, it was daylight, a perfect day for a stroll around Amsterdam canals. A day free of rain, released from tension and worries, a day like…
Swishhhh, again she passed in front of my eyes. This time I could smell her perfume, delicate and gentle, very light and wind-flowing like a spring-time skirt dressed by a slim girl. This time I followed her with my look and soon I followed her with my body. She grabbed me by my hand, running and jumping on the deck beside the houseboats. She was leading me somewhere or maybe just playing with me, laughing all the time because my moves were awkward and I wasn’t ready for that game. But since she started it I followed her smiling. Her curly hair attracted me so I pursued her anticipating an erotic encounter.
As we came closer to each other there appeared a man inviting us to come on his houseboat. I couldn’t recognise him but she did. She knew him quite well and soon she found herself close to him. I observed her moves and wished she didn’t do what she did. She started to move around him still in a playful mode, touching his shoulders and getting close to his body. He seemed not to notice that or maybe didn’t react to her flirty tone. Instead he invited me to take a seat and started to talk to me. He knew me well. He knew me even too well which surprised me. He wasn’t interested in her but took keen attention to my person. I must have done something quite famous that I had been recognised by a certain group of people. He was one of them. He talked about my work and admired it to a large extent. Though I responded to some of his comments I was still observing her and thinking what it was actually that she found interested in him. What was their relation, was it intimate or was she just playing with me?
We must have been talking for a while when three girls much younger than me passed really close by. Out of a sudden smiling I grabbed one of the girls’ hand opening a conversation at the same time. They stopped and looked really pleased to meet me. They all had long blond hair and were slim as Dutch girls can really be. One of them had long dark hair though and it was her that I liked the most. She embrace me at one point still talking and laughing. Then she sat gently on my lap holding me with her hands around my body. Her hair was dancing around me propelled by the wind. She was really close to me, I could sense her warm bosom. We were both happy together. Simple as that.
