Julie beleeft de meest ongelukkige dag die je maar denken kunt. Ales, werkelijk alles zit tegen. Als ze 's avonds naar huis wil rijdt de trein voor haar neus weg uit het Londense Kings Cross station. Weg afspraak met haar vriendin. Ze trapt haar schoen kapot en valt. Een Rode Kruis helpster en Trevor helpen haar. Dat laat ze niet graag toe op deze dag. Zij en Trevor hebben dezelfde bestemming. Hun trein krijgt kortsluiting en komt stil te staan in het pikkedonker. Lopend gaan ze naar een stadje en huren een auto, waarmee Julie een vreemd ongeluk veroorzaakt. De typisch Engels vriendelijke politie helpt ze. Ze eten en slapen in een herberg waar alles scheef is en loopt, zoals ze de volgende dag merken. En dan, die dag blijkt er iets met hun harten te zijn gebeurd: die zijn als het ware aaneen gesmeed. Dit verhaal bevat enige elementen uit de huwelijksreis van de auteur en zijn vrouw.
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About the Author
I'm born. That happened on Sunday 12.31.1939. My brother grew faster than me in the stomach of my mother, so I was in deed of fresh air, to see the world. After an hour (!) the doctor noticed my brother wasn't there yet. I was only some 4 pounds and got in the incubator. Therefore there were babyclothes and a babybed for my brother. Within three weeks I had made up with him, because he was on strike with the milkfactory. We're still Brothers. I finished up WWII with epilepsis because of malnutrition. Nevertheless I had gone with the neighbours they buying and I stealing sugarbeets from the field and deadwood from the forrest. Was not allowed by the Germans, but as a 4 year kid I didn't understand them (wouldn't) and neither arrestable. O, I could look so smart with a bundel of dead Wood in my arms. Because of the epilepsis and old medication I can't show you an examplary education. When I was some 17, 18 I grew for a great deal over plus the effect of more modern medication. However, I'll always remain an epileptician. Only now it's so under control I can drive safely. My education: I'm an educated farmer, finished study 1960. That year I was co-winner in an European essay-contest on the Agricultural Cooperatives in the European Common Market. My Dad had asked me when I was 14 (1954) for the first time to write a few small reports for his local newspaper at Zeist, Holland. Many would follow. As from 1961 I worked as a journalist with a variety of papers and radio. 1965 I came with Dads paper with the aim to succeed him in July 1970. However, I could get a job as economic writer at Algemeen Dagblad at Rotterdam, the second largest Dutch daily. That was a good choice. The paper at Zeist only existed for a few more years after I left. While working at the paper at Rotterdam I studied economics (level teacher Highschool) and Shell trained me at all aspects of the oil & gasbusiness. Based on my technical and market know how I wrote brochures for all oil majors, because I was gifted with the ability to describe their installations and processes in very easy wording. Because of the brochures they got easy permits to extend. I advised OPEC ministerial meetings with markettrends and got in return prime news and many more interviews than any of my colleagues. When you're in a newspaper good in reporting they put you in the chief seat. That earns! But the quality of work..., no. Anyway at 61 years I was forced, after an heartattack, to retire. But o dear Readers, I'm so healthy as a fish! I also survived cancer. During the pre-retirement I was towncounsillor in my village Alblasserdam, defended asylumseekers at immigrationhearings and became trainer of the youth Team of my chess club. Two of them I brough into the Dutch national championship and the team succeeded twice to jump to a higher class. 1968 my wife and I moved to Germany, away from the Dutch bureaucracy and smell, into the countryside. We got two children and five grandchildren. While I worked with the daily I wrote a book with interviews with CEO's of the ten largest Dutch companies. It was about their views on the years 90. None predicted right. The second book was published 2012 in Dutch and 2013 in English and German about my years as a double agent between East-Germany and Holland.