Bernardus is kluizenaar
Neria is zijn muze
Jan is zomaar iemand die de hoofdrol speelt in de verhalen van frater Bernardus
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How come Frater Bernards is a kluizenaar? Or maybe this question is silly (i can undestand from first hand why people would choose to kluizenaars).
I never tasted Gewurtzraminer until today. Today a good friend of mine picked me up from my last working place (i was so furious when i came to pick up my belongings, i think i lost my OV card in the middle of trembling of rage and seeing nothing [i came in with my optic sun glasses on and didn't put my normal ones on while in the building]). She said we must celebrate the moment (because she had few hours freedom from any of her three jobs) and we went to a very beautiful neighborhood called 'Ein Carem' to seat somewhere.
I read the wine list and saw, for the first time in my life a 'Gewurtzraminer' (it is not a typical grape here) and i ordered it because i needed to know what was happening in Tirza (say thank you for not buying a zaagmachine and dividing Vered Schechter to peices...
I didn;t like the wine (it was half sweet and I'm more into dry non-fruity ones) and i didn't like the dish i ordered. The conversation on the other hand went wonderfully.
I am still sad and stressed being an unemployed again and to tell you the truth, being a Muse is wonderful. I told Nurit i must translate you to Hebrew for her, and she said she needs time to translate her piece to English. By the way, Noa said that the New Zeeland post service arrange a short story competition - Jan,I told Nurit and I'm spreading the rumour to you to.
Adieu, i feel sick, i must check what i can do about it.
Kisses!
Neria,
The frater almost never leaves home, with the exception of a short vacation not so far away or a daytrip during the weekend.
Gewurztraminer was my favorite white wine next to Bourgogne Passe-tout-grains.
A big kiss too!
I know people who travel endlessly around the world, at least one of them relativelt closely (the closest he has let me to approach). Anyway, they are No.1 kluizenaar in the world. If you cannot travel within you you are even distant from yourself. Physically zooming around the world is not an indication for not being a kluizenaar. There are some advantages for being one. If this isolation means the shrinking of thoughts and feelings, then i think it's sad. But if for whatever reason, one is capable travelling within himself only by cutting himself from the world then it's ok.
Are you unhappy with being a kluizenaar?
Often this fragment comes to my mind, it's from "A Painful Case"/ James Joyce:
When he gained the crest of the Magazine Hill he halted and
looked along the river towards Dublin, the lights of which burned
redly and hospitably in the cold night. He looked down the slope
and, at the base, in the shadow of the wall of the Park, he saw
some human figures lying. Those venal and furtive loves filled him
with despair. He gnawed the rectitude of his life; he felt that he
had been outcast from life's feast.
Is being a kluizenaar feels like being outcast from life's feast?
I always felt an outcast or merely an observer even during the most grandiose feasts and even debaucheries. It was only a natural outcome to turn me into a kind of Kluizenaar. I feel more at ease now.
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