In my mailbox I find a note and a key. It seems like gibberish, until I realize it’s a rebus.
Result when seeking?
And a name, Herengracht. One of the canals surrounding De Wallen.
I take a tram to the city center. This might be a wild goose chase.
Suddenly I see a bright red door standing open. I try the key in the mailboxes.
One opens. Another note.
Over your head?
On the roof I find a table set for two.
– I thought you’d always wanted a rooftop apartment, says my lover with a smile.
The other day I wrote a haibun callen the Dark Stairwell, that would have fitted the image quite well. I played around with the idea of rewriting it from non-fiction to fiction.
Then after looking at the picture again I ended up wanting to take a memory trip to one of my favorite cities in the world. Amsterdam. A place that up to the pandemic has been my home away from home. The place I go when I need to get away and recharge. The first place I’ll visit the day traveling is possible again.
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