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“Ach, nou vergeet ik één ding te vertellen: de dominee was ook op bezoek, een zeer belezen en wijze man met een hoornen bril. Hij droeg een leuk pak en vrolijke schoenen. Hij praatte vaak met mij over Sartre, Hegel, Nietzsche, Kierkegaard en A Andersen. Als eerste heeft hij mij in contact gebracht met Winnie-the-Pooh. De dominee vond mij een aardige jongen en ik mocht hem ook wel. De dominee schreef in zijn vrije tijd gedichten en soms las hij ze aan me voor. Ze gingen haast altijd over de herfst en de dood.”

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