Arnon Grunberg

Stout

Get well soon

Thursday afternoon, not far from the Beatrixpark in Amsterdam.
A stout middle-aged man on a bike stopped and shouted: “Arnon, isn’t?”
“Yes,” I answered.
He shouted: “My mother was in a concentration camp as well. But I’m a gipsy. Get well soon, man.”
Then he continued on his way.