Home with Grandma. No one was so proud of her grandchildren as she was. We were aloud everything. Stay awake until we turned pale white. Watching “Stille Kracht”, even though it was too late and too scary. ‘Oh no, that's not blood, that's sirih.’ On Saturday afternoon we were given a guilder for Raspatat. She pulled her purse as we came by with our report. Or she took from upstairs, where you could smell the Maya Soap and Nina Ricci, a small golden ring. And because she always gave away so much, as a child I thought that Grandma was very rich. And actually I still think that.