For days, I’ve been wanting to write something about the documentary ‘Shake Hands With The Devil’, a Canadian production about Dallaire’s return to Rwanda, 10 years after the genocide. I simply can’t find the words. The documentary is good: I was surprised about how Dallaire literally spills his gall about the Belgians, and frankly, I don’t blame him.
Closer to home: today I could not find the Dutch word for ‘hurricane’. For some kind of reason the word was gone from my vocabulary: probably this has to do with the fact I’m seeing and hearing about hurricanes over and over. There are no hurricanes in Europe. Stormsurges, yes. Hurricanes no. Alfons reminded me (the other day) of the early Dutch Nineties storm [I can’t remember exactly the year], which was pretty scary too. At that time I was still a student taking the train forth and back from school to home. I can only remember that trains weren’t running and that plenty people got stuck on railway stations. I managed to get home one way or another in a train that was so laden full of people that people tried to get into to train via the windows.
No really. That was a joke.