(I dedicate this story to my English speaking friends all over the world and to my aunt Pat from Canada.)
I will never forget the night when around 11 pm the usually sleeping telephone on the window sill began ringing out of the blue. I almost dropped my cup of tea.
I said: Hello, this is St. Lambert’s Tower, Martje Saljé, towerkeeper speaking.
A male voice: Hello, this is the police. Are you on the tower?
(Well – I briefly considered telling him no, sir, I’m at Stuhlmacher’s Saloon, boozed and busy, please hold the line – but then my good education carried off.)
Not „Jingle Bells“ in terms of „Winter Wonderland“, but „Jingle Bells“ in terms of music and, well, bells –
what I’m saying is: I’m really into music, as some of you might know. And, working on a church tower, just above the 8 bells, I am fond of that wonderful sound, and really into history and the deeper meaning of everything that surrounds me.