Afl.48. Wankel richting winter.

Met wat blessureleed, maar we zijn er weer!In deze aflevering veel afwisseling: Van daglichtlamp ja of nee? naar een tot drie maal toe mislukte ophanging in 1884; van het voetbalmuurtje naar anders wonen in Haarlem. En nog veel meer. Drie kwartier genieten!De tekst van de hanging song:They stand me in a corner with my hands and feet still boundWhile a carpenter is called for and an explanation found"The rain has warped the timbers," I hear the hangman say"It's funny but it worked well, I tried it yesterday""All is ended now," they say, "your ordeal's nearly overYour life's as good as ended," but I hear their voices waverOnce more the boat is shaken and again I hang in limboWith the guardians on the trapdoor and my body stands on tip-toeShake the holy water, summon up the guardDying’s very easy, waiting’s very hardThey stand me in a corner with my hands and feet still tiedA warder holds onto the noose, the trapdoor opens wideIs it magic or coincidence that keeps me on the brink?It seems to work without me, "Will it kill me now?" I think"Please, I'm tired of living and I really want to die"I was taken to the scaffold and I heard the hangman cry"Lee, I’m truly sorry, forgive these hands of mine"He drew the bolt and I felt the jolt the third and final timeMy life was spared that morning 'cause it wasn't theirs to takeThree's the most the law requires, a man could feel the stakeShake the holy water, summon up the guardDying’s very easy, waiting's very hardINSTA: whenim64podMAIL: [email protected]: Mea van Veen en Marjan Olthof