Life, Parkinson and Everything

 Last sunday I had to go to the public toilet. I looked for the usual symbols of a puppet with a very stiff-looking skirt on and another one with pants on which were drawn with mathematical precision. None of that was anywhere to be found, though. Instead, there were symbols that gave you an indication of the devices you were likely to expect in the room. I noticed a symbol that seemed to represent an urinoir, and feeling an urgent need to use such a device, I went in there. It was a pleasantly empty room, with the promised devices hanging invitingly against the wall. With the satisfying feeling that I still could find my way in modern society, I took my proverbial leak, zipped away the fragile instrument and turned around to wash my hands, only to be confronted by  three mothers, fully equipped with huge bags and their offspring, clearly filled with an urgency that I had just got rid of. The ones looking less urgent had an alarming odour coming out of their diapers, though. 'Oh, I

 HELLO WORLD! Please allow me to introduce myself, Mick Jagger moaned in sympathy for the devil. My intentions are less evil. I am, and always have been a creative person. I used to paint a lot, paintings and murals, until doctor Parkinson knocked on my door to tell me that my painting days might be over. I was 41 back then. I decided to start writing, something people around me apparantly have adviced me to do for ages. I am now 53 and some 3 years ago I had a DBS operation. DBS= Deep Brain Stimulation. So that comes down to brain surgery. It took some time, but besides writing, I paint, again! But the emphasis is on writing, for now. And since I am a huge fan of Douglas Adams, I named this blog after one of his books, with a small variation. Thank you for reading me, now and in the future. With kind regards, Spark. ( NL) HALLO WERELD! Sta me toe om mij voor te stellen, kreunde Mick Jagger in sympathy for the devil. Mijn intenties zijn minder kwaadaardig. Ik ben en was altijd al een c