This is my very first post on my very first blog.
I don't know how hot it is where you are, but here it's heating up nicely
after a couple of days of refreshing rain. I am imagining what it would be like
to have this sun beat down on me in the middle of a siege, my city surrounded
by the enemy, famished and thirsty, and wondering whether I am going to die
from an the enemy’s lucky shot, or agonising starvation.
I have asked myself many times during the past few years, how would I have
faced that? Would I have been as courageous as Kenau Hasselaar, or would I have
I hope to never know, though I cannot help speculating.