ALONG THE OLD CANALS
I too have walked through these streets, in the tracks of people
who have gone before me and who I have never seen, or who I
have indeed seen and have stored in my memory but who I
have never known. In these streets I have walked along the old
canals. The Rozenhoedkaai, the Dijver. On this very spot I have
strolled hand in hand with an Irish girl who I have not ever
seen again. Here I have walked with my children and with
their mother who I have abandoned. I have come to this spot
with an old girlfriend who had never been here before.
The Potterierei, the Coupure. In these streets I have walked hand
in hand with history and I have let go of her and I have
sought her once more. I too on this spot have walked through
streets and I have not stayed here. I have not stayed anywhere.