♫ Phil Collins playing in the background ♫
It started with a spilt turmeric latte.
Femke came from Brabant and her dusk-till-dawn was filled with
feverish artistic production.
Between practicing Tic Toc Choc on the harpsichord,
honing her skills in acrylic painting and
trawling the internet for tchotchkes,
Femke spent her spare time at Rotterdam’s most renowned plaza, Zuidplein —
saying hi to Sanne and Suus, shaking hands with Merel and Milou.
She was a people watcher.
But then things got curly —
Femke heard a who.
