Yes i am yet again an immigrant in Sweden. And no, not everything has been pleasant in the fatherland. But it has not been all bad. One thing struck me especially in the low lands, and it has been marvelling me ever since: my father has curls. On his head.
They have never been there. Not since i was concious and not before, if i can trust my sources. It is true, i have curls, and lots of them. But i did not get them from him. I got my grey hair from him, but not my curls. So you have got the picture now: He has curls. But before i came back to Holland? 'No'. It almost feels like robbery. He had beautifull hair in his days. Thick white hair. And i was glad for him. But i had thick brown grey hair with??? Curls! Yes. Above and beyond. But now he has them too. Now where is my advantage.
Another way of looking at it is that he has in some ways become my son. Which is the preferable way to go of course. Because it is not just in the curls department where he is a bit behind me nowadays. His immune-system for example has been reduced to zero recently. Two year old babies have more resistance against the flu than he does.
For he is the miraculous cancer man! Tududu du du! Half man, half new born baby. Put on this earth to fight disease!! His own that is. As my grandfather - his father - was consumed by it, his son - my father - lived through it. Daddy had leukemia, and a hardcore one at that. The doctors destroyed all his blood-making cells and replaced them with stem cells from his sister. Thereby changing him forever.
So he is brand-new in some respects and what i find fascinating is that some parts of him have seriously altered. Maybe his curls will fade, that has been known to happen. But than still there are other aspects of him that have also altered. He doesn't seem to like sweets for example. His wife used to hide the sweets. Now she has to throw heaps of rotten sweets into the waste-bin. Fortunately for his belly he likes meat nowadays just as well as he used to like sweets.
It's also terribly fascinating that he seems to function quite ok with bloodcells that were specifically meant for his sister. His last line of defence totally gone and then lets see how he does with his sisters blood. Which evil doctor came up with this gruelling plan. Which evil hospital-boss agreed with this horrible deed. And how is the poor patient that first got this treatment. But, as you could figure out for yourself, i am most fascinated with those curls. As if his hair is defiantly laughing god in the face. Hmm... hope i'm not jinxing him. Relax god, only fun and games.
I love you!!!
saddle down kiddo
I hate you!!
lekker gezellig zijn we broeoeaahhhoeah;-)