When exiting Amsterdam Central Station, it’s impossible to pass by the little bookstore near the exit/entrance, without looking inside. Today I saw her new book there, stacked in big piles. I went in, picked one up and flicked through the pages. When I started to work at my publishing house, the mention of her name… Continue reading The Writer, My Idol
Category: Writing
My Grandmother
My maternal grandmother, in 1933. A proud and strong woman, who wanted to go to university and become a writer. But in those days girls did not do that.
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