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A story about Oscar ...
They lived in an isolated house on the outskirts of a small farming village, and we, my parents, my brothers and I, in a mansion in a medium-sized, bustling city. Occasionally, I went with my parents to visit Johanna and Robert, which I found nice people, and sometimes I went alone.
Oscar, their beloved son lived and worked in distant Brussels, golden globe winners he was an official in the postal service, an important function was to told to be clear and about every four weeks, he honored his parents with a short visit and was very vague about his doings in our capital. Coincidentally or not accidental, but when I was visiting in the large, old-fashioned house, golden globe winners Oscar always stayed in Brussels, he was never there and that I liked just fine.
His mother golden globe winners made it no secret now that she adored golden globe winners her son, she praised golden globe winners him straight into heaven, she just could not stop talking about him long before I met him in real life, I knew that he had to be a nuisance. Perfection Her infatuation with her only son I found downright embarrassing.
One day, in the early summer of 1967, I cycled all alone and unannounced, so it was that at that time, to the home of Robert and Joanna, she had no phone and neither do we, they lived only some 12 kilometers my parental home so it was a trip of nothing.
On my sweet time I drove past squirmed boerenwegels and dusty paths inside, it was a hot summer day without a cloud in a bright blue sky. I wore a short, checkered shorts, white sandals and a sleeveless golden globe winners white linen blouse, the wind played with my hair, my mind drifted a long way, I felt a little thin in my head and almost perfectly happy.
The clematis next to the open entrance gate of the rural house bloomed profusely and some early roses in the front garden golden globe winners fragrant intoxicating. As usual, I immediately drove back and even before I had put my bike against the shed oven Johanna, enthusiastically and with a smile from ear to ear, out, hugged me and called golden globe winners me boisterous welcome and she almost tripped over her words when she told me how happy she was for her favorite, so Oscar was at home. Her dream came true, finally she could introduce us to each other, which was by now high time, she thought.
I suppressed my natural nature to immediately turn around because my reluctance to meet strange people, I crossed back then, not under a bushel, but Johanna pushed me with gentle pressure into the kitchen and reluctantly I went in and left waiting for what would inevitably come ...
In the middle of her spotless kitchen is a large, special slender man, was he was excessively smartly dressed golden globe winners in a pale beige summer suit of perfect cut and produce a blemish-free white shirt and matching tie, with hands being impatient on his back by his glasses with heavy, dark-rimmed he looked at me intently and unashamedly from head to toe, his eyebrows, which reminded me of 'wild sprawl' almost imperceptibly entered a little golden globe winners height, it surprised me that he was completely bald. I felt he carefully golden globe winners pondered me, accepted and weighed. On the stroke hindered my long, bare arms and legs, where I keep no one knew me immensely. Eventually he stopped his gaze, he reached out my hand and pressed it firmly and concise, and said in a rather friendly golden globe winners tone my name. My voice did not sound like my own voice, and while I doubted whether I should say 'day sir