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“Als je om acht uur ’s morgens vraagt waar de hemel is, wijzen ze naar boven,’ zei je eens. ‘Vraag het om acht uur ’s avonds nog een keer, dan staan ze wéér naar boven te wijzen, maar dan is de aarde wel mooi een halve slag gedraaid, dus wijzen ze precies de andere kant op. Ze weten het dus niet en wijzen in het wilde weg.”

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