Elsa said the tanks never frightened her, they’d shortly go away. It is the trucks, the trucks and the soldiers, the pounding on doors and the shouting she fears. Then softly, so softly she sings: “Sinterklaas, Kapoentje” — as I thicken her milk, adjust her pillow and mash her broccoli into a smooth green paste.
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Sweet and Bitter Greens 