Berlin: Mulisch
Dutch writer Harry Mulisch died this weekend at the age of 83. It’s funny to see all the famous Dutch people talk about him on the television, like they all knew him. I didn’t knew him personally, but I had the pleasure to meet Mulisch once in 2003. It was at a literary festival in Dordrecht for highschool students. The organisation hosted a series of debate competitions which I won, afterwards I had the honor to hand over the price, the Inktaap, to the writer. Before, backstage, we had a small chat; we talked about the importance of good salmon and Dutch herring on the “koude schotel,” a typical Dutch buffet. Back then he was already pretty old, in the end of his seventies, a very nice and interesting fella. Rest in peace.
