Recently I was cleaning out my closets, and I found some old school reports,
back from when I was in the first grade at the age of 7.

Below it says in Dutch: "This is what I enjoyed most this month"



I was kinda startled to find out that seeing me and my playmates in a grave next
to eachother of the churchyard as being the most joyfull thing in that month of December.

What worries me most is the empty grave . . .

I blame Christ and the whole Christmas story for it.

Now I'm 27, and I'm glad to say not as depressed as I used to be 20 years ago.

I'm just saying: there's still hope ;-)





from nessler