The Fly

It has been a lazy afternoon in an Amsterdam squat. This Polish guy dropped by with some Chinese food. He has been working in a smart shop. He told us about an elderly man, a friend of the shop. Hans was his name. He would visit frequently, bringing food or drinks.

All the guys in the shop were struck as Hans died. One afternoon they evoked the memories of him and funny situations they have been through together. As they laughed a fly has landed on Polish guy’s baseball cap. He raised his hand to scare it, but someone warned him not to do that.

“You never know, this might be Hans in another incarnation”. Polish guy stretched his hand and said: “If you are Hans, land on my palm”. The fly landed exactly in the middle of his palm.

When it comes to stories like this, i become very critical. However, we were in Amsterdam and the guy worked in a smart shop. This could have been true, as well.