#hebzucht

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Als je doet wat je altijd deed, krijg je wat je altijd kreeg.

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Geld stinkt niet

maar soms komt er wel iets eigenaardigs uit de pijplijn Pieters Daglicht over Denkdingen Er zijn van die ochtenden waarop je rustig je koffie wil drinken, je krant openslaat en denkt: dit verzin je niet. Maar dan lees je dus dat een man in Nieuw-Zeeland een Fabergé-medaillon van ruim 16.000 euro heeft… doorgeslikt. Ja, doorgeslikt. Alsof het een vitamine D-tabletje was. Alsof zijn moeder…

Geld stinkt niet

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Vasthouden

We willen zo graag vasthouden —aan plannen, aan posities, aan gelijk.Aan macht die ooit gekregen werd,maar het hart verstikt als te strak gestrikte das.De vuist die zich sluit om het zandverliest het sneller dan een open hand.Zo stroomt wat we vrezen te verliezenongezien tussen de vingers door.Hebzucht is geen gulzigheid alleen,het is ook het niet durven geven.Het is blijven zitten op een…

Vasthouden

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The caravan is curious but not so curious that they are not wary. A dozen campfires ring the large grassy field they have deemed their resting home for the time they spend recuperating between travel. Families gather around the flames like they always do to unwind. The Ghafas have joined another group for the evening and Inej can only guess how relieved that makes Kaz. He sits stiffly beside her in front of their own little fire and stares pensively into it, less a scheming face than it is simply contemplative.

Before she can inquire, a flurry of movement and the sound of little feet stamping down the overgrown grass around them alerts Inej to a guest. Next to her, she feels the moment Kaz is aware of a visitor as well and sees from the corner of her eye when they reach for the cane they’ve leant beside him on the felled log they both sit upon. Inej throws her arm out, warning him off, and stands just as the interloper throws themselves from the tall reeds across from the flames.

“Sancai hunuhuncha, didi?*” The girl is tall enough that she reaches Inej’s collar when she flings herself into her arms. Her long hair is pulled back from her face in a braid as is custom for most girls in the caravan but for the baby hairs sticking with sweat against her crown. She smiles broadly and freely, her soft chin bony where it digs into Inej’s sternum in their embrace.

Inej says with a healthy dose of fond scolding in her voice, “Namaste, Sanjana.”

“Did I frighten you?” Sanjana asks mischievously in Nepali. Her dark eyes flicker, though the fire is at the girl’s back, and Inej can’t help but smile warmly in return.

“How could you when you parade through the camp as an elephant three times your size?”

“I frightened your sweetheart,” Sanjana accuses triumphantly, but gives a cautious glance to Kaz who has yet to rise. Or release his cane as though he might use it against a girl hardly older than twelve. Sanjana has every reason to be wary of Kaz but Inej shakes her head.

“If he were truly frightened, you would not be here to gloat over false victories. Where is your mama? Does she know you have come to pester me?”

“Not you,” says Sanjana. She has not looked away from Kaz, who Inej is sure has also not looked away from her if only out of suspicion, and Inej can see now that it isn’t caution in her gaze at all but curiosity. “Is he really a jadugara?”

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