Day 2: the dream of Charles

Hello,

In the morning we went to a Mosque. Children learn Arabic there. Rajaa showed us how to write “Rope” in Arabic. I could not read anything, I only saw curls and stripes. Ief told the children who I was and what I had experienced yesterday. Afterwards the children carried me into the classroom and into the prayer room, where I was part of the lesson and the prayer. Everyone here was friendly and the children were incredibly good. The girls wore scarves. I don’t understand why the girls are colder than the boys.

In the afternoon I was lying on the lawn between the ‘Braemblokken’. Ief was with Charles, on the 12th floor. In 1955 Charles was one of the first to move into a new apartment in the Braemblokken. He still lives there now. “For that time they were very, very, very luxurious. We both had to work to afford it. The kitchen with cold and hot water was new to me too.” He says that a lot has changed and gives me a book that he wrote: ‘my life’. About his time in the Braemblokken. “When I close the front door behind me, I am still happy. But outside it isn’t the same as before.”



In the afternoon I was lying on the lawn between the ‘Braemblokken’. Ief was with Charles, on the 12th floor. In 1955 Charles was one of the first to move into a new apartment in the Braemblokken. He still lives there now. “For that time they were very, very, very luxurious. We both had to work to afford it. The kitchen with cold and hot water was new to me too.” He says that a lot has changed and gives me a book that he wrote: ‘my life’. About his time in the Braemblokken. “When I close the front door behind me, I am still happy. But outside it isn’t the same as before.”





Ief took a photo from the 12th floor, of Charles who was standing down below. I looked into his eyes as deep as I could and saw how beautiful it was here then. The stairs before you enter an apartment, the passage that is like a small street onto which the apartments open out, the openings between the floors so that you can see your neighbours above and below. The children’s paddling pool between the buildings. The coloured areas on the ceiling of the entrance hall.

Meanwhile Noor and Ziad are playing on me. Noor stepped alongside me and knew exactly how long I am: 60 meters. Exactly, not 5 cm difference. I am a rope. Noor is a bit of a yardstick.

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