I return to the note for Yael. “Hoi Ma, I'm back in Utrecht now, hanging out with Robert-Jan and the guys. There is not much to report. It rains to pour every day; No sign of the sun for a week. You're glad you're not here for that. I know how you hate grey. Talk soon. Willem.
Postal Language, the smallest of small talk.
Nine
The boys and I are going to the movies, along with W's new girlfriend. A thriller by Jan de Bont at the Louis Hartlooper. I haven't liked a De Bont movie since, I can't even remember, but I've been outvoted because W has a girlfriend, and this is a big thing, and if she wants explosions, we'll see explosions.
The theater complex is packed, people are pouring out the front doors. We made our way through the crowd until we reached the ticket office. And that's when
