The Little Giant’s children and a terrific old lady
The windows at the rear of the flat face a big courtyard that is essentially a playground for the Des Klein Reus (The Little Giant) primary school.
In London, I used to live near the famous street where the flower market is held every Sunday, Columbia Road, and where a big primary school is located. I remember walking towards it and hearing a joyful uproar of children playing, that would become louder and louder the closer I got to the playground. It never ceased to amaze me how screams can make you smile and feel happy, or perhaps is due to happiness that one smiles or is one happy purely by smiling?
Anyhow, my neighbour from the flat next door, an old lady, seems to share the same fascination with the Little Giant’s buzz. It was a gorgeous sunny afternoon and I caught her, windows wide opened, she was seating on her reclined chair, napping through the noise and in the sun. I began to like her.
