Willemrasingart - Give me another light. A book to read for young grandfathers.

Nobody can count the mental costs what it takes to be an artist. It has never been weighted.

Once upon a time there was a little light who lived alone in a little box. He felt a bit sad as his girlfriend had just died. Very strange. Yesterday she was still flying around.

Suddenly he saw the solution for his sadness, he got an idea. He offered his box for sale, burned all his ships behind him and went into the wide world. Searching for luck. On the horizon there flew a little bird.

In Amsterdam rumour was running around that the little light was heading for the city. Would that be a good idea? After a lot of problems on his way and a little stop, the little light finally entered the city.

He did all kind of jobs to make a living. Working with steamengines and putting the streetlights on and out. Dredging on ships in the canals and drinking beers and other stuff with friends. Amazed what he sometimes saw in the Redlight area in Amsterdam.

Pilling piles in the city and delivering coales for the heatings. Running up and down the stairs. His muscles were growing like hell.

And there in the old centre of Amsterdam he saw the most beautifull box ever. There a girl named Katrien lived. Blond and beautifull. And what did he see? Birds flying around?

The little light fell in love. Hot romantic nights followed and the flames of love reached the sky. It was hard work, but finally a little new light saw life.

In the centre of Amsterdam an old box, including a hotel and cafe was found. It was hard work there to make a living and earn some money. Always enough to do.

The old cafe was always crowded. People from allover the world came there to drink a beer or spend the night in the hotel. Sometimes they also helped behind the bar when it was needed.

The bar had the cleanest toilets of Amsterdam and an artist who became very famous stayed in the hotel sometimes.

Bears and all kinds of other drinks were served. With or without ice. Only the coffee sometimes tasted strange.

The little light always took very good care of his customers.. Strangers who didn't behave or had bad manners were thrown out immidiately. Of course money had to be earned.

"Great balls of fire" from Jerry Lee Lewis was one of the favourite songs played and the little light very often had to work his ass of to satisfy everybody.

Many party's were celebrated and sometimes live music was presented. Then everybody was enjoying themselves and singing loud. Customers who didn't want to pay were always refused to join.

Junior grew up well and started to ask questions of life. Where the smoke came from, or the beers.

Where the birds came from. Or the little lights.

Junior wanted to discover the world also and find the bird of his life. In the Amsterdam gamblingbusiness he found the love of his life called Monique.

And in the famous Dutch tulipfields love ruled the world and energy filled the air.

Light was spread around and not one, but two started to glow to enter the world. Preparations had to be made to give birth and take care.

Clothings had to be bought. And also a luxury car to drive around was found.

During productiontime friends visited and gave presents. Upcoming grandma Katrien worked also hard, producing what could be necessary in the future.

Wherever he was in the world Senior informed himself about the situation and Junior also checked developement regurelary.

And then finally the day to give birth arrived.