treasures everywhere

(dear haagje,:)
In the early eighties, i lived in The Hague. First in the Willem Pijperstraat later in the Sinasappelstraat and at the end i moved up:) to the Veenendaalkade. All the stories! that flood into our minds when we remember certain details of the past.

everywhere we are
there's treasures
in the laughter in the tears
in the noise
and in the silence
colors
when we let them
they reflect tenfold

It's at the Veenendaalkade that i worked on coming to Canada. I do have fond memories there, but it all ended with a crash. I rented a room from this uptown peace activist. I worked as a teacher during the week, partied in the weekend, and was the goalie on a soccer team, it was the mud i loved not the winning:)
So often i came home full of mud or full of alcohol, but i don't think that was it, the drop was that i was not up-town, i was a country girl, and would drink beer on the 'stoep' steps in front of her front door with the neighbors. That was atrocious!
She, my landlady, tried to make problems for me at work and immigration, nothing worked, i was flawless:) but finally she did kick me out on a moments notice, i phoned my brothers that instant, who came and got me and all my belongings, within the hour i threw her the key.

oh well
i never found much
peace
within me
i just see it
outside my self
everywhere
always
rubies and diamonds
surrounding me