Once there was a spider, which had spun a web in the frame of my bicycle.
At my small apartment I have a box, which I can reach through a separate corridor. In it my bicycle and also some of my paintings are stored.
Once again it is time to exercise. I go by bicycle and leave the car at home. I want to grab my bicycle and see a complete spider web in the frame of my bicycle with a very nice spider in the middle.
He, one never knows if it is a female or male spider, looked at me affably with his eight eyes. I started talking to him, “Don’t worry I’m still fine, ok you can come along, but you have to sit still or you’ll blow off.” No sooner said than done, the spider travels with my bicycle to the gym.
My gym is opposite the RAI in Amsterdam and it takes me about fifteen minutes to cycle there. All this time the spider remained unfazed in its web. While the web was vigorously pulled back and forth by the air currents. On the way I worriedly looked down a few times to see if the spider was still there. He smiled encouragingly at me, showing his beautiful teeth.
After an hour of struggling with iron and the boxing bag, I used to do kickboxing, I walked to my stalled bicycle. Yes, he was still sitting there. Still motionless. His gaze caught mine. He seemed to sigh with relief. He hadn’t been able to…
