2010/07/30 Amsterdam
Postcards
Work
Back in Amsterdam – my mother is still craving ice cream.
On the way to the hospital a taxi driver asked me: “Do you work in the hospital?”
I was tired – I answered: “Yes.”
“What kind of doctor are you?” he wanted to know.
“A cardiologist,” I answered.
There was no way back, for 15 minutes I had to talk about my “profession”.
(Some of the commenters on this site sent my mother postcards. They are hanging on the wall in her hospital room.)
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8 comments 
Since both my mother and yours too (letters, dutch transition) were born both on the 8th of June 1900- SOMETHING, twins thus, (in a freeky way) - i see no problems. Do You?
i MET YOU, AND NOW I AM
I have no comment,
My mother was a great understatement of war,
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My mother was a great understatement of war,
SO. even know..i lik e to too;evolve too,,. voklht4;,vjja\/l vdferrrrearruUUuU6//,//JJRJRHJXX
May be your ....... could't resist your KAPA
I am curious what you said about your cardiologist profession. I hope you chose to talk about heart transplants or risky open heart surgery. Preferably in some field hospital in Congo, but that are details. Could maybe be a good idea for a new series of 'Kamermeisjes & soldaten', you as a fake cardiologist. Risky but very exciting.
david duinker
Are you drunk? Are you a drunk man?Arnon
Would she like to receive the drawing?Mieke
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