User talk:Fredrichmarwillvankeulen

I wonder why we in Europe never have earthquakes. I suffered a coffee-cup of a negrowoman on my head, the girl was larger than me. I have also been tennissing with her and the psychiatric institution where we both were locked-up at the time, joined the lynching that the girl was doing with her coffee-cup, I had been sitting down, drinking coffee, at coffee time at three o'clock in the afternoon, probably end februar or early march 1989 in Noordwijkerhout Bavo institution for the mentally ill persons. My driver's license was in the warden's desk. All of a sudden I had the feeling that the roof had come down, as if I had a stroke on my head, bent with my head down I walked towards the warden's roomguard, stumbled, and in the middle of the room the blood began to run off of my head. I asked him "what is the matter?" He said : "Look around you", and (so he hadn't really told me anything) I saw the negro girl called Jelly standing like James Bond with her coffeecup from which she had been drinking tea I presume in her folded arms, looking proud of herself. Teh roomguard I recently met in Hannover Germany