Omdat ik it ‘pabitele’ (poëtysk praat fan de gewoane minsken, neffens Hrabal –sjoch diel ii) net ferstean, besykje ik fan minsken de ‘bodylanguage’ te lêzen. Guon spylje graach teater yn grutte gebearen, om dy oan dyn rol fan ‘bloody tourist’ te hâlden.

Kinst dysels hjir rûnom spegelje oan oaren, yn antlitten, ruten, doaren, ynformaasjebuorden yn de metro ast se lêst mei in swalker dy’t meisjocht oer dyn skouder. Al steane eagen faaks dof of boartsje ferside. Inkeld fynst in skittering of in ferhaal yn in pear eagen. Of, fielst eagen dy’t der net mear binne. Spegeltsje, spegeltsje oeral by de hân, wa is hjoed de nuverste yn dit lân?… Lês fierder

Omdat ik it ‘pabitele’ (poëtysk praat fan de gewoane minsken, neffens Hrabal –sjoch diel ii) net ferstean, besykje ik fan minsken de ‘bodylanguage’ te lêzen. Guon spylje graach teater yn grutte gebearen, om dy oan dyn rol fan ‘bloody tourist’ te hâlden.

Kinst dysels hjir rûnom spegelje oan oaren, yn antlitten, ruten, doaren, ynformaasjebuorden yn de metro ast se lêst mei in swalker dy’t meisjocht oer dyn skouder. Al steane eagen faaks dof of boartsje ferside. Inkeld fynst in skittering of in ferhaal yn in pear eagen. Of, fielst eagen dy’t der net mear binne. Spegeltsje, spegeltsje oeral by de hân, wa is hjoed de nuverste yn dit lân?… Lês fierder

But my portrait is also four pigs, brewery pigs, fed on draff and potatoes, and in the summer when the beet ripened, I went for the beetleaves and chopped up those leaves and poured yeasty liquid and old beer over them, and the pigs slept twenty hours and put on as much as one kilogram a day, those piggies of mine used to hear me going off to milk the goats, and straightaway they bellowed with joy, because they didn’t know that I was going to sell two of them for ham and have two of them slaughtered at home for sausages.

But my portrait is also four pigs, brewery pigs, fed on draff and potatoes, and in the summer when the beet ripened, I went for the beetleaves and chopped up those leaves and poured yeasty liquid and old beer over them, and the pigs slept twenty hours and put on as much as one kilogram a day, those piggies of mine used to hear me going off to milk the goats, and straightaway they bellowed with joy, because they didn’t know that I was going to sell two of them for ham and have two of them slaughtered at home for sausages.