Soon we'll write 2011 on the wall and I wish you a Happy New Year and all the best for you and your dear ones (and the ones that you and I don't know as well).
The name on the brick wall says 'Bent Jensen'. I found it just outside my laundry cellar and I'm fairly convinced that it was written by a boy many years ago. Children nowadays do not learn to write in this style and still the signature looks like it was done by the hand of a child. On top of that, it is quite unusual to be baptised 'Bent' (from Benedikt, I suppose) these days. My building is from around 1930 and I imagine that Bent grew up as a child here, perhaps watching the events of WWII from the windows. Perhaps Bent is now preparing a traditionally prescribed New Year's Eve cod with mustard sauce for his wife and a couple of old friends?
I'm having a friend over for New Year's Eve and we'll be having a veggie-take of an 80's classic party menu, (the Indonesian turned into Dutch) Ristaijfel and hopefully silken tofu chocolate mousse which we debated having since forever. I like having a bit of kitsch when ever possible. Now is the time for it despite having a somewhat fleeing sneeze and all-to-soon up-coming exams in 2011.