“What were the questions you didn’t dare to ask me?” the woman asked.

This evening I spoke about Isaak Babel for a neighborhood community in Leidsche Rijn.

I also said something about my embedment with families in Leidsche rijn.

Among other things I mentioned that I didn’t dare to ask all questions I wanted to ask.

A woman who had been my host earlier this week came to the reading and she asked me after the event: “What were the questions you didn’t dare to ask me?”

It must have been my dirty mind but I took it as an invitation.

I said: “I will tell you later, but give my regards to your husband.”

Tonight my bed is in the practice of a child psychologist.