this image reminds me of my late grandparents house.
i can vividly remember their house, the lay out and the smells. the last time i visited their house i was probably only 8 or 9 (a long time ago).
my grandmother was indonesian and my grandfather dutch. they lived in an old apartment not far from the city centre of the hague. years later, when i studied in the same city- i would cycle past it almost every day on my way to 'art school'.
i almost could smell the cooking of my grandmother and my
grandfathers cigars...
...when i saw this image something triggered my memory.
it was the library in my grandparents flat- on the left, when you walked into the room with a large desk. there were lots of beautiful indonesian ceramics and carvings. on the right was his chair in front of big windows where he would sit and read books and smoke cigars.
next to that was the dining room with a big table, beautifully set with white linen, big white plates and silver cutlery. in the same room was a narrow table with the most beautiful shells my grandmother collected. i would carefully touch them and would right my name on the dust of the bigger shells.
the kitchen (with the black and white tiles) was were all the most delicious smells came out. lots of pots and pans were my grandmother would cook the most amazing indonesian dishes.
the dark hallway were in one of the cupboards my grandmother would hide her chocolates, bonbons. a lot of them would have little bites out of them- ...she didn't like these.
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