One of the drawings by Barbara Rink, seen on the opening in the Gallery in Amsterdam

One of the drawings by Barbara Rink, seen on the opening in the Gallery in Amsterdam

I parked my car in a street I did not know, I had to walk and search for quite a long time before I found the parking meter. One of those new-fangled machines where you have to wave your smart phone in front of it or punch-in your car registration number. I never remember that one, so I had to call Sig who was already inside the gallery to read the car code to me.

Flustered, impatient and somewhat confused about this parking thing I walked back to the gallery. A man walked towards me, we were the only people on this side of the road. We walked in the shade of the buildings, the other side of the road was brightly lit by the sun.

He grabbed his genitals walking towards me, a 100 yards or so from where I was, and started to fumble, walking past me, looking at me he still fumbled his bits. I tried to keep an expressionless eye on his face. And that was that.

Why on earth would this man do something like that? Suppose he’s had itchy bits. Couldn’t he wait to be really alone to scratch, and if the unthinkable was happening…. why would a man feel entitled to immediately gratify those bits by touching while he walks towards and past a woman on a sidewalk? In a city? A public space? A sixty year old woman? Dressed in black, none of her bits hanging out?

I wish I’d made a photo of the guy. I would have posted it here.

Here is the link to the website of my daughter who’s work is in the lovely Gallery ‘Het Lokaal‘.

Karin Schluter