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I am writing this on the second day of December in this, the year two
thousand. It all started 32 years ago, in a tine basement flat in Sint
Jorisstraat in the middle of Amsterdam. At first I worried whether I would
have enough stock to sell the next day, although it worked out well
considering that I ended up selling one item for the astronomical sum of
five guilders. I never did master the lesson and have never managed to get
away from this type of euphoric future expectation, even though I'm a
regular shopper with the purveyors of red stick-on dots.
A long time ago, during the baroque years on Vijzelgracht, I once put the interpretation of art into perspective by making my opening speech suspended upside down from a prominent joist which had at one time or another cracked the skull of many a tall visitor (albeit of the male variety only), and although I regret that I don't have any pictures of this memorable occasion, digital technology has come to the rescue, enabling me to illuminate this milestone in a suitable manner - joist or no joist. |