Meeting Angelique at the train station in Bunnik 30 years later It was a typical Dutch gray day. No rain, no sun. The train had just left the Utrecht station on its way to Bunnik. I was now only minutes away from seeing Angelique. The last time I had seen her was 25 years ago when she had visited me in San Francisco. The last time I was in the Netherlands, there still was the Dutch guilder and Dutch freedom. Now returning so many years later, the monetary currency was in euros and the cultural currency was in lockdowns, face masks and QR codes. Dutch sovereignty and freedom had taken a beating, but this time from within. When the train stopped in Bunnik, my compartment was the farthest from the platform. When I stepped out, I saw a silhouette in the distance waving at me. It was Angelique. She was dressed all in black, with a long raincoat that looked like a cape and with a wide brimmed black hat. For a moment I felt I was in one of those Zorroesque Sandeman commercials I grew up ...
Deze blog gaat over mijn herinneringen van de jaren 80 in de VS, zoals Monique die mij in haar Citroën SM door de straten van San Francisco reed, Christina van de Stark Club in Dallas, en Angelique die mij na 25 jaar nog op het treinstation in Brunnik ontmoette. Ook een gedicht over Pim Fortuyn en het Koningshuis van toen Koningin Beatrix en WA. Hiep hiep hoera. The evil Queen of the Neverlands. "Niets vragen. Niets verwachten. Nergens afhankelijk van zijn." -- De Eeuwige Bron, Ayn Rand