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setembro 09, 2005
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Most Dutch boys were aware of this, but they seldom gave it a thought. Hendrik, however, thought about it all the time, for it was, so to speak, in his family. His grandfather had been a dikebuilder; his father looked after dike repairs; his uncle was in charge of a polder, an area of reclaimed land, surrounded by dikes. On his way to and from school Hendrik walked as close to the dike as possible. It was not only a protection but his pride; it was a sort of family responsability. He admired the way the dike was constructed; its tall grassy flanks and the great stone blocks on the sea's side, put there to break the violence of the waves. He would imagine himself swarming to the top and standing on the wall as if it were a rampart, hurling cries of defiance and holding off the enemy. He would make expeditions into the countryside exploring the turns and twists of the walls, examining the ways in which they were built, trying to guess their age.
Publicado por inesf às setembro 9, 2005 03:51 PM