Hille

Sunday October 28, sunset - in my head I hear this song about 'Heaven is a bar, a bar that never closes, everyone is there' - well, something like that.
Some months ago we thought right now we would be having dinner with Hille at Ma Wong's to commemorate his birthday. But we're sitting in front of his grave with a cold Castle and a cigarette, looking at the sunset we admired together so often.
Being back it felt like Hille could hop over any minute to hang out with us, and enjoy Dutch koffie & brandy. But than you realize he won't. We miss his stories, debates and jokes, his readiness to help out. Being the owner of a satellite tele, he was our window onto the world. By now we listen to the Wereldomroep every evening, which is informative, but ever so boring, compared to Hille's World Services.