Bert Vierstra
Dokter I Made is a general practioner, there is also something with immunisasi on his sign. Besides that he has a restaurant wich is about 24 hours open. He serves a mean Nasi Kuning. I drink two fruit teas, enak. He is also an ex employee of CCF. I ask him why he stopped there. I'll keep it to personal differences. After the diner I drive my tiger ( some people have a monkey, I have a tiger ) to the "Sari Club" (local people joke), a mattok-like warung almost in front of my house. A mattok is a warung, mostly open only on saturdays where attractive Balinese girls serve drinks and let themselve be squeezed now and then. Quite popular amongst the Balinese youth, there are hundreds of them, every village has a few. Eny, the girl I took to CCF earlier for her eye works there, together with her two sisters, Dewi and Ayu. 20 and 14. Their mother owns the place. Dewi wants to marry me, and then I should go back to the Netherlands and send her lots of money. Actually she is a friend of a girl of one of my Harry stories. I tell her that I think about it. They want me to bring their grandfather to CCF tomorrow, because he has something with his face. I can't and besides that CCF is closed on saturdays, I think. Monday I say. He'll live. I could start a dependance in Pemaron....Gloria is everywhere.Ok I admit it, sometimes I think of "home". Home where things are easier to get, more reliable and clean. One can have a short illusion of "home" since a few weeks in Singaraja. They openend a brand new, shining, ac't, clean Dunking Donuts restaurant there. The moment you walk in there you are at "home". The world outside looks totally different, dirty and ehhh well, like you are on holiday.... I eat my fat sandwich quickly and hope that no one sees me. I feel shame. Quick outside, to the real world.
