Nynke

:01:34

Spring 1885.

:01:37

That's when it began.
There l'll start

:01:40

I'm on my way to Groningen.
I was asked to the Springball...

:01:44

...By my old neigbourhood
friend from Nes.

:01:51

I was 25 and still available.

:01:53

I was restless, impatient.
Excited.

:02:01

I wanted a man,
but not just any man.

:02:05

I wanted more.

:02:07

I had my dreams.

:02:12

A letter every other month.
- Ten years? Are you in love?

:02:16

I'm not.
- Is he?

:02:19

Then what did you write about?

:02:21

Not about love?
- No actually.

:02:24

More about everyday things.
Writing in itself is beautiful.

:02:28

And ofcourse between the lines....

:02:31

You'ld fantasize a lot.

:02:36

Are you still reading french novels?
- Not for a long time.

:02:40

Ever since i've read Madame Bovary
by Flaubert i've been cured.

:02:44

Did you read that?
- It was in my fathers bookcase.

:02:47

And all the time l thought you we're
withering away over there at the Waddenzee.

:02:53

Is this we're you're going to meet him?

:02:56

When was the last time you saw him?
- Six years ago.