It is only fair I put the opposite of life in Australia compared with that of Amsterdam, even if only to calm frayed nerves, my wavering loyalty to a new nationality. Even after the one given at birth was so recklessly signed away almost forty years later. The picture shows our present home. By home of course not just roof and plaster but the heart and soul of things that keep on talking the longer you have them. The chairs ,all re-woven and from the Dutch farm back in 1975. Our children sat on those till grown up. The round table, also from the same period. How many meals did rest upon this ageing table, those place-mats? The clatter of knives and forks, domestic music, chatter, years of it. Grandchildren followed. Now also growing up, becoming into their own. The bits and pieces, also from decades ago. From one continent to another. They travelled and survived well.
And now, there are just the two of us. (164 words)