sat 16 feb 2008 14:02:35 witte de withstraat
guest of anne frank
i woke up at 04.30 and worked till about noon on some ideas for [new client]. then i ate a sandwich and went to sleep.
after a while i dreamed that i was a guest in a sprawling dark house. the people who lived there were helping me. it's as if we were all in hiding there. the teenage boy, who kinda reminded me of franousch, loaned me his accordion. the young dark-haired girl brought me some things i would need, towels or soap or something. i recognized her from photos, she was anne frank. somehow she knew me, maybe she knew i'd been writing about her. i leaned to give her a kiss but she ducked away — "that would be silly". the house was much bigger than the frank family's hiding address, more like a country estate, or like the mansion in billorgue. i realized the boy must be peter van pels. back in my guestroom, i tried making some sounds with his accordion. mostly weird arpeggios. then i very carefully folded the instrument up (it was no normal accordion, more like an elaborate toolbelt) and put it back in its carrying case. i was having trouble fitting it. just as i figured out how to snap the two clasps on the case, i woke up again.