Five minutes before the agreed time of my appointment, I parked my car in one of the “vendors & visitors” lots of the construction company in the small village L. Within three minutes I was in their new office, drinking a cup of coffee.
“So”, concluded the contractor, glancing at his watch, “You’ve managed to find us!” ‘Well”, I replied, “if necessary, I’ll drive this road blindfolded!” “Amazing”, said my interlocutor, “the first time most visitors pass us by unnoticed. Or even the entire village!” “My wife originates from L.”, I said, solving the problem. “May I ask your wife’s name?” I told him. “Oh”, the contractor answered, “then I know her! And then I also know your parents in law very well!” He looked out of the window and undeniably dug in his memory: “That has been quite a while”. He turned his head in my direction: “A highly appreciated couple. They even lived almost next door to us for a few years” and “I have great respect for your father in law. He never had much money, but yet he succeeded in pulling his family through hard times”. He added: “Later on he even bought a home!” “Yes”, I confirmed, mentioning the name of the street as well as the number of the house. “Exactly! One day he came to pay me a visit”, he continued, “he needed pavement tiles for the scullery kitchen”. For a while the contractor gazed out of the window again, as if the continuing of the story was written somewhere outside. Facing me again, smiling because of the upcoming memory: “I calculated him a price for the tiles, but he did not want to pay that. “Half” he said. I sure wanted to allow him a discount, because he did a lot for our village, so I said: “All right! But then you will not get that number of tiles but a few less. Will you then still be able to pave your floor?” Your father in law looked at me satisfactory, shook my hand to seal the deal and said, good-humoured: “I am sure I can. I’ll just make the pointing a bit wider!”
 I was a loan officer for a Dutch bank.