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The man who built a lake house

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I first saw him when he was looking out for his colleague to park a mini van on the walking lane around the park outside my apartment. I remember having tried to guess what on earth the two tried to do with a parked van on a tiny lane edging a lake. I could have never guessed that they were to build a lake house. It had taken me weeks before my curiosity won over my timidity and I asked him what was that they were building on the lake. He said it would be used as an art gallery. Over the water, the house looked like a giant toy model erected casually on a rough rocky base. Because I didn’t really see a fine finish, the idea of an art gallery was rather intriguing. On the opening day, there was an opera performance on the lake. I didn’t join the crowd gathering at the dock. We opened our window to sink in the singer’s powerful voice, and looked out from our living room now and then. I saw him having changed into suit and tie. By then, I had got familiar with him coming in and out of the lake house quietly and diligently on his light brown jumpsuit. The crowd and the ties were just strange. I felt like some invaders had came into my favourite peaceful view. But the crowd only stayed for a good part of an afternoon. So did the suit. He came back on light brown and rowed a floaty thing out to work on the house. I haven’t talked to him again, but I like seeing his touches on my new favourite art gallery, the one I only like to look from far away.

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The Band

In a tavern in Bergen, the band played tribute to the American legend, Johnny Cash. The five Boys named Sue dressed in chic black, sang in harmony and performed in style. I like the way they smoothed the “cowboy” style. I danced with joy to the music, sang out loud to Ring of Fire, and transformed into a fever mode with Jackson.  In the tavern, women danced bare feet and men turned red. We cheered to the band’s narrative in Dutch whether we understand it or not. I obviously didn’t but I had a very good feeling about it. By the end of the day, we all talked Johnny Cash anyway.

The mother

She is tall, thin and blond – very typical of the Dutch women I have seen.

She wears casual jeans with city booties. The boots are just above her ankles, and slightly touch the cuffs of her jeans. The boots’ and the jeans’ identical light brown color makes them a perfect match. I can tell she has a good taste.

Her daughter is playing nearby. The daugher is about eight, lean and tastefully dressed. Like mother like daughter.

Together in the park, they make up a picture that is rather pleasant to eyes of passers-by.