Language is always a puzzle because there is usually no convincing explanation of why things have the names they have, let alone why the very same things a thousand kilometres further away are called something quite different, but there is always something rather poignant about people looking at you and addressing you while you do not understand a word.
Suddenly the entire system has been sabotaged, what was designed for communication has become the opposite.
Cees Nooteboom, from Nomad's Hotel
I left New Zealand mid-2003, bound for Istanbul and a new lif. After two years, a Belgian guy lured me into his world, deep in the heart of Europe. For a long time I was an in-process immigrant. One day we married. These days it's about photography, a little red wine and wandering ... and so the journey goes.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Cees Nooteboom, an extract
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2 comments:
Morning, long time no see :)
You read Cees Noteboom, good!
Regards, Yvonne
Goede avond, Yvonne :)
I love Cees! And I'm sure we'll catch up on the fields of Flanders one day soon.
I hope alles goed.
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