femke van der stoep
Do you know what happened?
femke van der stoep wrote: Dear David Still, I'll remember that strange photo. At the first sight it looks a little bit strange and dirty. And I know we were both there. It's not you on the picture, neither it's me. If you take a closer look, you'll may see it's our friend. A new friend we made that evening. And the friendship stands for just that evening we were in Antwerpen. It's been a long time ago, that's true. But when I'm thinking of that week, I cannot suppress the smile. I'm smiling now. And I know we both will laugh harder than the toot of an elephant, when we tell each other about that evening. So, like I said before, we were in Antwerpen, without knowing from each other. I was waiting for my friend, at the station. She never came up. And I've never seen her anymore. She lives in Vietnam (she send me an e-mail last week). And then a saw you. I knew I had seen you before, but I didn't know where and when it was. Just a meter behind you stands an enormous guy. Dark hair, green eyes, and a very lovely expression. So I looked at him while I was thinking of you. Who is that guy, I knew I know you. After half an hour you finally saw me, sitting and waiting for someone who never came up. For just a few seconds we looked in each other's eyes. we smiled. But that big guy thought I was smiling at him. He smiled back but wasn't sure. So he asked you if I was smiling at him. "Oh, no," you said, "that's Femke" you suddenly remembered my name, "Femke, a friend of mine." At that time I decided not to wait any longer for my friend. And walked straight to you. The big guy introduced himself "My name is Guy". "Oh, Hello Guy" and I smiled. Can you rememer this, David? About that picture. It's Guy. And the only thing we did that evening is eating and laughing and laughing and laughing. Till Guy felt a sleep. While we were laughing! just in one second he felt asleep! with his head on the table in the sate-sauce. We were laughing harder. but didn't want to wake up Guy before we took a picture. We united our forces and pushed Guyand layed him down on the bed. all over him was sate-sauce. That night we stay at Guy's. And the next day our way would separate. When you were sleeping I took the picture, wrote down my name and email, and left the room. By the way, we drunk al lot of wine that night... so that maybe the reason you cannot remember it very well. I hope I helped you fill in the blank. your friend, Femke