85. 18.

pa kwintpa kwint85 zou ie geworden zijn vandaag. Die ouwe van me.. Vanaf mijn werk kan ik naar hem zwaaien. Hoop dat ie trots op me is. Hij ligt al weer 18 bij dat witte kerkje..
Philip Levine had nog een stukkie over hem geschreven.


For Lejan Kwint

Yesterday I heard a Dutch doctor talking to a small girl who had cut her foot, not seriously, and was very frightened by the sight of her own blood. "Nay! Nay!" he said over and over. I could hear him quite distinctly through the wall that separated us, and his voice was strong and calm, he spoke very slowly and seemed never to stop speaking; almost as though he were chanting, never too loud or too soft. Her voice, which had been explosive and shrill at first, gradually softened until I could no longer make it out as he went on talking and, I suppose, working. Then a silence, and he said, "Ah" and some words I could not understand. I imagined him stepping spryly back to survey his work. And then another voice, silent before, the girl's father, thanking him, and then the girl thanking him, now in a child's voice. A door opening and closing. And it was over.

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