Today the bundle ‘O mijn god’ (‘Oh my God’), a compilation of stories by very different Dutch writers about the three greater monotheistic religions, was presented. I wrote a story about the cruelties in a nunnery. A memory about my mother, who has been in a boarding school during her youth and she hated it so much. It’s always nice to dig deep into your imagination and create a world you have never been in.
Because the deadline of the film seems to be somehow flexible, I’ll drive to the south of France to a small house with a view on the Mediterranean Sea. In total isolation and silence, I’m going to write till the producers call me, and I have to come to South Africa immediately. And although I never pray now I secretly do, hoping the film ‘The Bird Can’t Fly’ will be shot this autumn.