I couldn't fall asleep, for a long time. In spite of the warm good night kiss of my beloved. Even the music of book pages turning wasn't helping yesterday.
Under my eye lids, Vanfleteren's fishermen were drifting on the see, strong, African men were staring at me, expecting answers on friendship-related questions. Which I didn't have.
Life, dear, is so good and so intense sometimes.
("Present" with the photographs by Stephan Vanfleteren is absolutely beautiful.)