Teaspoon

"Then you try and have a discussion with a teaspoon that lies!" Those were the last words in my dream this morning. Those also were the last of the words from his deceased daughter that had been recorded, and the dictator could now listen to it again thanks to some gadget. It made tears come into his eyes.
     But meanwhile I was ordered to work in the five-double decker train. It was really too high and so I, while it was driving, had to lower the storeys. 73 centimeters was enough, the dictator thought, and I turned a crank until the storeys were of that height. After that I had to check the windows and curtains in each carriage. The height was indeed not a problem at all. None of the travellers had noticed anything. I saw a zeppelin in the air.

Utrecht, Monday 21 July 2008