Hmmm, maybe not, maybe you did. Read all about the town we live in. And.. hop by if you are around!
July 28th 1998.
We are now a month living in Westervoort and it is very nice here. The city is not big, when it is compared with Zoetermeer with its 115,00 inhabitants.
Westervoort has about 20,000, most of who are living in new areas. The old village from 20 years ago, with farms, fruit trees and a lot of country-style, has transformed to a modern small town, where here and there you can find some traces of the good old days. In that area we live.
The old persons here say that Westervoort has changed so much, but we like it here. The people are more friendly. It seems that they have more time to listen. Even the bus drivers and the people in shops are more relaxed. Always time for a little talk, always willing to help. So to say we jumped into heaven by going here. My travel to work is longer and is now a little more than 2 hours, but it is not too bad. I mean, on my way there I sleep in the train (as long as the conductor doesn't wake me up for tickets check..) and when I return home I always look forward to it. The garden is beautiful, the kids are so relaxed and it is really always nice when I am home. O yes, understand it correct, there are still enough things that need to improve, but, in compearance with our flat at the 8th floor it is nice to have the freedom of 3 levels for our own, a own free place to go to. The kids can play in the garden or in their own room, plenty of friends and we are also filled with good plans to do in the near future.
This Wednesday I went home, as usual, from work in Zaandam to Westervoort, a trip from about 160 kms. I was looking forward to be home, as usual, and this time even more because of the day off from tomorrow. Our daughter has two friends around and we were attending to go for a trip. So, I was dizzling away in the last part of the trip, the bus travel from Arnhem, thinking about the coming hours, most of all what to eat *yeah, never change my lusts*, and also about seeing the girls and our boy as well. Suddenly, in the middle of Westervoort, the bus breaks, we almost were launched from the chairs like a space rocket. Barely recovered *toupet sitll proper...?? *
I looked aside and there a cow was running, right in front of the bus. It was strange to see it there, in the middle of the streets, near to the swimming pool with only houses around. Two people were running behind the cow and she was just running before, among the houses and gardens. It appeared that it had broken out and had been crossing the town from one side to another. Grazing in a flower garden *what an exquise dinner*, crashing one car *in what the car was the most bruised one* and almost crashing two of its hunters... That's where this story tells about, in next days' paper. *news of the world, right!!*. Two days later, on a bicycle trip over the dikes nearby, we saw some cows passing the road, on their way to get milked. They were walking in a long row, they had the chance to break out of the row easily, but they just walked behind eachother. How much freedom do you need.
We are all restricted by borders
In what to do and what to do not
Sooner or later we find our limits
Sometimes they are nearby, other times we did forgot
Walking against the limits of life
We balance until where we can survive
We see the end where we don't want it to be
Looking out for possibilities to be more free
The fences are obsessions, we try put them aside
Is it all worth, the freedom to fight
Don't let us make borders to put people in
Do not make webs to put your restrictions in
Give freedom to all, we have it so spare
WIthout fences we will be taken anywhere
Only when the end is not to see
We truely can be free
And don't be afraid to loose your own place
There are no borders for a happy face
Everyone can live in the space that it need
When we have the power to plant freedom indeed
2/8/1998