Chapter 100, Pigs Farm
“Gerda? How are you?” I said to my Dutch friend over the telephone. “I'll be taking the train to Oss tomorrow morning.” “I'm so glad,” she said. “I can't wait to see you. we'll be waiting for you at the station.” I met Gerda (pronounced “Cherda”) in Israel a year earlier at the swimming pool where I was the lifeguard. Her and her friend Germa were tourists in Netanya, and we became very close friends. Now, when my dancing tour in France was over, I was on my way to visit all my friends around Europe. This was my second stop. Both Gerda and Germa were waiting for me at the station. Gerda was a middle sister in a big farming family. She has ten brothers and sisters. “I'd like to spend some time working with your family at the farm,” I said when we left the train station. “Your family is nice to invite me over and let me stay at the house, so I’d like to help some.” “Are you sure?” she asked. “We are farmers, you k...