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Friday, December 22, 2006

still around

still living still around. still not caring much of the usual gramatical corrections. working long, working hard. going home for christmas and coming back to find out in the next month or so if i'll have a chance to take a vacation in the next year or so.

2006 = an up for me

2007 = if it becomes a down, it will be the beginning of something that will change the world. sure, i'm drunk now, but I can dream.

There was once a boy who lived in Holland during WWII. He was young, but had an older brother. The older brother was old enough to work so he was supposed to be sent to work in a factory to assist the Germans. He was instead sent to both work and hide on a farm not far from home, but it was all quite secret. He wasn't the only one. The farmer's family had taken in a few of those boys who were supposed to be sent to work for the Germans.

One day a German solder had become suspicious about this Dutch farmer. He put him in a canoe, tied up and loaded with explosives and pushed him out into a river. The Germans never found the boys the farmer was hiding. Years later the boy would go back to his family. About 50 years later his younger brother, my grandfather, Opa in Dutch, would tell me this story. It is one of the most memorable stories he has ever told me.