Dear
Stella,
You'll
surely remember this photograph which stood on your writing desk in
the house in Thessaloniki. You held the sun on your hand, having an
unknown future before you. It was long before we met in far off
Minneapolis. We could have met years before, when both of us spent a
long time in England in 1970, but you were staying in London and I in
a village in between Liverpool and Manchester. Should we have met,
would we have fallen in love as we did in America? It's the kind of
question one would like to see answered with 'yes', but 'if if'
history isn't history. Today you would have celebrated your birthday
if not, eight and a half years ago..... I cherish this and other
photographs. You were the girl of my dreams long before I got to know
you and so you will always remain.
For
ever in my thoughts,
Kees
