donderdag, augustus 21, 2008
My other brother, the oldest, was not only ashamed of our Mercedes; he was opposed to it as well. At the start of his senior year in high school, he refused to get in the car anymore. My brother, a hippie, with long hair, a tatered jeans jacket, and a beard, saw in our mercedes the symbol of a "corrupt capitalist society" and wouldn't be caught dead in it. From that moment on, outings with the whole family were no longer possible without a quarrel first. Only under the most vehement protest would my brother let himself be transported in that "pigmobile".Het was overigens een aangename conversatie op het terras van De dagen die door toeval ging over hoe je geheugen je parten kan spelen, waardoor je je dingen met zekerheid denkt te herinneren die niet kloppen. Ook kwam een wild plan aan bod om per paard door de Amerikaanse suburbs te trekken.
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