In that town there was a room I kept circling. It was near my girlfriend's. She didn't know I sometimes climbed those stairs. On the wall there were photos from before the war. I talked to an old Frisian writer about it. He said, ‘I know that room. I should actually go in there, but I'm afraid I've left it too late.' He was right. He died during the Games. The room is still there - up the steps and left down the corridor. Everyone knows more or less what's inside.
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