out of oil and sputtering. I crept into my bed and slept badly because of the cold. Japi didnât notice a thing.
When day broke and I woke up, for the umpteenth time, I heard him rummaging around. He was busy making tea, had gone downstairs on his own to get water and told my startled neighbor that he was a cousin of mine. He had slept great, was just a bit stiff. He hoped he hadnât woken me up. âI already ate,â he said. âI think youâre pretty much out of bread.â He had to go. He wanted to talk to Bavink who in those days usually went to sleep around ten in the morning. He brought me a mixing bowl of tea in bed and stood by the window slurping his own bowl. He held it tight in both hands and looked out. âTimes are tough all over,â he said. âWell then, ciao, I can get my jacket from the clothesline myself.â At the door he turned around again. âA place like this looks a lot nicer at night.â
I thought so too. I stumbled out of bed, cold and miserable. My money was still lying on the table. He had said he didnât need his old manâs money, I thought, or the bourgeoisieâs money either. You try saying that.
V
âKoekebakker,â Japi said, âI feel so strange inside.â It was one afternoon at Bavinkâs. Iâd stopped by to talk to Bavink but he was out. Japi was sitting at the table with a little dime bottle of ink and a pile of newspapers in front of him. âKoekebakker, I feel so strange inside.â
âWell you certainly smell like jenever,â I said.
âNo,â Japi said, âitâs not the jenever. I think my soul is too big.â Can you believe it? That sponger! âWhat are the newspapers for, Japi?â I asked. Japi slapped the pile. â Daily News , Koekebakker, Daily News . Some of them are a month old.â âHave to apply for a job again, Japi?â âYou guessed it. Canât go on like this. Grab a chair. Look: KH14684, Daily News. Dear Sirs:âââHow many have you done so far?â I asked.ââFirst one. Itâs slow going. You people whoâve never worked in an office, you donât know what itâs like. Whatâll you have to drink, man? You donât mind if I keep going, do you?â and he dipped his pen in the ink and then stared at the blank page. âKoekebakker,â Japi said, looking helplessly around and putting down his pen. âItâs no good. Iâm not the man for this. I worked in an office once, and Iâm not cut out for it. I know from experience. I donât understand anything about it. Whatâs the point of it all? Iâm perfectly satisfied as I am. Letâs just put that all away.â And he picked up the stack of newspapers and carefully placed them out of sight beneath the table.
âThere, now I canât see them. You donât know what an office job is like, Koekebakker, or you wouldnât laugh. First you go to school till youâre eighteen. Do you know how many sheep there are in Australia or how deep the Suez Canal is? My point exactly. But I knew all that. Do you know what polarization is? Me neither, but I used to. I had to learn the strangest things: âCredited to the inventory account,â translate that into French. Have a go at that. You have no idea, Koekebakker. And it goes on for years. Then your old man sticks you in an office. And you realize that the reason you learned all those things was so that you could wet slips of paper with a little brush. And itâs always the same old routine, be there nine oâclock sharp, sit there quietly for hours and hours. I realized I couldnât do it. I was always late, I really tried to get there on time but it never happened, it had been going on too long. And so boring. They said I did everything wrong and Iâm sure they were right about that. I wanted to but I couldnât do it, Iâm not the kind of person
Xara X. Piper;Xanakas Vaughn