“On who the flies landed without being chased away by that person, was on her way to death - this was one of the unmistakeable signs. From that time on, I think, dates my obsession with flies. In times of peace, when we all lied still, I made sure to sneak close up to my mother, watching very carefully that no fly would land on her, - I waved my hat over her body, flies don't like wind and movement.” ThinkingWayLovePersonsMadeStillsDreamBodyMotherLandMovementWindObsessionHatsLiedSneak Author:Jeroen Brouwers
