"Fortunately, I let Ien do her own thing."
Martha Haverkamp said to Henk. "She eventually
wanted to move as quickly as possible from above
that bar, when she was harassed twice on the
stairs by drunks. One even had been trying to
pry the door open. Imagine ... Where she now
lives? In the basement of a student house on
the Van Slichtenhorststraat where fellow freshman
cultural anthropology Andre Otten has a room.
Already after two weeks she came home, asking
about the antique double bed in the attic.
So you understand ... And the house number?
I have to look that up. Or ... the house
also had a name: 'Blanding House'. Painted
on a kind of rustic plank, you know ..."
Except for a very small kitchen the
basement had only one room, well room ...
There were no windows and the stuffy
room had almost completely been
taken by an antique double bed.
So Paul and Henk were diverted to
André's room on the third floor.
A room with two large sofas, a colossal
TV, a large metal desk next to
a psychedelic painted teen desk.
Beer brought in from the cafeteria
around the corner. A girl named Lili
came by. Later they smoked skunk weed
out of a hookah. "Ugh, you might as
well start smoking oregano."
