I thought it might be interesting to show some pictures of our surroundings, neighbourhood, town, and stuff like that. Just to get an idea, and to see some corners and places of our countries that you don't normally see. Here we go. Quick and painless. [image=http://home.hetnet.nl/~kub3/PLAATJESMAP/stpkerkklein.jpg] The "White Church", an old Gothic sleeping monster across the street. I like its sinister aura and mystique on a dark, rainy day. As a kid, I used to play in the garden and get shouted at by the insane pastor. He later hung himself, so there you go. [image=http://home.hetnet.nl/~kub3/PLAATJESMAP/stpgemklein.jpg] Many centuries ago, this used to be a sanatorium, but in later years it went to become a place for the really mad: it's the town hall. I've seen many a relative wave from the balcony after some uneventful wedding party; my mother caused a bit of a scandal when she wore a low-cut wedding dress in the 60s. Witch! Next slide, Barney! [image=http://home.hetnet.nl/~kub3/PLAATJESMAP/stpkerkplein2lein.jpg] Here -- and oh my goodness, do you see how small this village really is? Can you understand why things like Star Wars never reached us? I sometimes wonder how I've become so smart, tuned in and worldly-wise. And arrogant. But anyway, we're hoping to build a little cinema once so Casablanca can premiere here in this other-worldly enclave. [image=http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:jvxQOOSHi1MC:www.ukrainetranslations.com/images/20.jpg] And -- hola! Next! [image=http://home.hetnet.nl/~kub3/PLAATJESMAP/stpbakkerijklein.jpg] You didn't know this, but my uncle used to be a baker. Right there. Whenever there was a birthday, he brought these huge cakes with him. The bakery is right next to the church. And you can't park there. If you do, you're bound to get told off by the old cripple that lives there -- it's fun, I can tell you. He always shouts the same drunken undecipherable (I can spell) sounds, and I always imitate him to everybody's great amusement. [image=http://home.hetnet.nl/~kub3/PLAATJESMAP/dekloeter1.jpg] A statue of a typical villager: a harsh, hard-working God-fearing farmer. As you can see, our farmers have really cool lightsabres that they reap the corn with. [image=http://home.hetnet.nl/~kub3/PLAATJESMAP/nobelhof.jpg] That's where the elderly live. In fact, they sort of completely occupy the whole freaking village, but this is where they go to when they need to be nursed. Tons of interesting characters there, that I used to observe and study when I was a kid. [image=http://home.hetnet.nl/~kub3/PLAATJESMAP/twuijvermolen.JPG] A windmill. This is what I see when I'm in the attic at my parents' house. Sometimes its sails move, or appear to move, and then I'm getting really excited. [image=http://home.hetnet.nl/~kub3/PLAATJESMAP/stpbenedenweg1klein.jpg] The main street. Don't laugh! We can't help it. For centuries, it has been the same. I must have walked down that road millions of times, for various reasons. [image=http://home.hetnet.nl/~kub3/PLAATJESMAP/stpbenedenweg2klein.jpg] Guess who's living there? Yeah! Not me. But it's a couple of houses from my parents' house. [image=http://home.hetnet.nl/~kub3/PLAATJESMAP/kolen.jpg] This is one of those sights I can dream: a market gardener at work. Notice the funky 70s look this fellow -- "Kwieke Jan" -- has. That's the ongoing influence of Star Wars. [image=http://home.hetnet.nl/~kub3/PLAATJESMAP/geestmerambachtklein.jpg] A house on a hill, if you look closely. Last night he came again, the little helper of its resident, asking if we had any brains to spare. Naturally, I had quite a bit to give him. He was happy. [image=http://home.hetnet.nl/~kub3/PLAATJESMAP/ganzenoudorpklein.jpg] They came out of nowhere, just before dawn. So this is the town where I was born. Hope you liked the tour, if not, too bad, I tried my best. And now I'm going to take a walk to celebrate the lovely gift that life is. See ya!