I lost a lot of money due to my divorce, and I had to slowly jot down something interesting on paper simply for financial reasons. My ex-wife, this two-fisted, heartless piece of shit, is actually allied with our former neighbor now, a hot-blooded French. During my marriage, my father in law pressured me to pray to Allah and to worship Muhammad, the Prophet, which I didn’t consider to be necessary. I never had any relation to God. How can I worship something that I do not believe in? By the way, this Muhammad promises to Schahid, being a martyr, the paradise and even more, I am not completely sure, but it must be something around 72 virgins. All very titillating, that with the virgins, but for me simply balderdash.

Polygamy is normal in some religious traditions. Abdullah, a distant relative of my ex-wife, he was as old as Methuselah, fell in love with a young female soccer player. Being a proud owner of camel herds and a nightclub in Dschibuti, he could be called well-heeled and simply married in one go the complete Saudi Arabian women’s soccer team. And the gay massage therapist too.

72 virgins? For me, one woman was enough. My ex was Virgo from her sign of the zodiac. Of course not at all a match for me, being a Gemini. In the goggle-box, on and off on some private station, you can watch a batch, something like an astrology reader or so, or someone reading the future out of cards. I should one day call one of these smartypants and ask which countries will become independent next and whether I have to be afraid that there won’t be any Belgian National Soccer Team instead a Walloon and a Flemish one. I already look forward to my train ride to the Baltic. Curious, whether I will meet interesting people.