WB00
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB01
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB02
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB03
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB04
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB05
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB06
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB07
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB08
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB09
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB10
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB11
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB12
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB13
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB14
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB15
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB16
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB17
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB18
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB19
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB20
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB21
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB22
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB23
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB24
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB25
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB26
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.
WB27
Welcome Back
The preface written by Tjibbe Veldkamp:
When I was little, I tried to understand the world from my bike. I cycled on the
pavement because I wasn’t allowed on the road. I soon became aware of a few things. Bordering the pavement there were lots of little gardens. Also, there were more white cars than red ones.
Then, there were people too. Sometimes they came out of a house (the houses were at the bottom of the little gardens). At other times, they got out of cars. Especially out of red cars. But almost always the people disappeared again. The pavingstones didn’t. They remained, together with the little gardens and the lampposts. This was the real world to me. If I could understand this I could also understand people.