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Nol Escher - ‘Queuing, queuing…especially for the soup kitchen’
‘Queuing, always queuing. Everywhere you see people queuing. For bread (only on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays) for a bunch of radish at van Zanten's in the Maasstraat, for milk; but mostly for the soup kitchen. Our soup kitchen is in the small park. From our window we can see everything. First there are three or four people, half an hour later there are twenty and that means I need to go outside in twenty minutes time because that’s when the handcart will arrive. Or not. Leave home too early then you have to wait too long, leave later and you also have to wait too long. I stand there holding saucepans. We shuffle forward.
The woman standing in front of me was standing behind me a minute ago. The old man with the strange hat too. Damn! I’m not paying attention. Keep up. But it’s horrible having to stand so close to someone’s dirty back in front of me. The people ladling out soup are spotted. I hold the eight coupons tight. A man passes with a full pan of soup. ‘What soup is it today?’ asks everyone. ‘Water with a bit of colour.’ He answers with a laugh. Only four in front of me now. It’s nearly my turn. Nobody can push in now. I hear the huge soup ladle scraping over the bottom of the pan. As I hold my pan up the man says. ‘There’s no more.’ I go home. My stomach rumbles.’
Source: Extract from Nol Escher, Trompetten in de verte: een novelle, written by Emilie Escher, daughter of the author Nol Escher.
Nol Escher
Nol Escher is eight years old when war breaks out. Because the coastal region is evacuated he moves from Bentveld, a village in the dunes near Zandvoort to Amsterdam. Christmas 1942 the Escher family move into a house where Jews had previously lived on the Noorder Amstellaan number 190. In June 1945 they move back to Bentveld.
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