Henk was playing billiards in the 'Racehorse'
with Manon, when she came in with André.
That was all right so far, were it not that
she was wearing his favorite T-shirt.
That Henk had wheedled away from Marie.
A green handball shirt, that had written on
it in white letters: St. Gobain Tergnier.
He put his cue on the billiard table,
walked up to her, took the shirt at the
neck and tore it open to the hem. "So!"
He had not seen them anymore since then.
Maybe they had headed off to Brussels.
Manon said Ien had gone bonkers. "She has
discovered that the gods were people. She
talked about a Theo and a golfer, Norman
or so." "Yeah, Greg Norman." Later Henk
had asked Ien herself. "Try to imagine.
A king travelling throughout his realm.
It shows richly attired northerners.
Young blonde gods, originally from Gotland,
but forced by climate change to move their
residence further south. From Crete to Delos,
eventually to Mount Olympus, the Mont Blanc.
And winter they spend in Ethiopia, as Africa
was called, in Morocco. Cythera, town of Hera."
