{"id":13822,"date":"2019-11-14T10:02:02","date_gmt":"2019-11-14T09:02:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/?p=13822"},"modified":"2019-11-14T10:02:02","modified_gmt":"2019-11-14T09:02:02","slug":"von-solo-over-zwijgen-handen-en-haten","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/index.php\/2019\/11\/14\/von-solo-over-zwijgen-handen-en-haten\/","title":{"rendered":"VON SOLO OVER ZWIJGEN, HANDEN EN HATEN"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"742\" src=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/vonnu-1024x742.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-13529\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/vonnu-1024x742.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/vonnu-300x217.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/vonnu-768x556.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/vonnu-1568x1136.jpg 1568w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/vonnu.jpg 1600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><figcaption> <br><br><strong> Deel 357. Hand<\/strong><br> \u00a0<br> Hij kijkt door me heen vanachter zijn designer bril. Vanuit de mouw van zijn maatpak raakt zijn hand de mijne. Ze omklemmen elkaar niet in warme verbondenheid. Deze man haat mij intens. En dat snap ik. Ik draag niet zijn pakken, spreek niet zijn taal. \u2018Wat doet een jochie in een zwart t shirt met een verwassen spijkerbroek aan tafel hier?\u2019, zie ik hem denken.<br> \u00a0<br> Hij gebruikt in stilte het wapen dat het meest pijn doet. \u2018Jij hoort er niet bij.\u2019 Je mag er bij de gratie van de grote mannen zijn, kleine man. Maar let op, dit is een voorrecht, waar je niet de verwachting van moet hebben dat het duurt. Ik ken het spel mijn hele leven al. Vanaf de lagere school, tot nu aan directietafels. Het zijn de ongeschreven regels.<br> \u00a0<br> En misschien zie ik het allemaal wel verkeerd. Is die handdruk niet zo belangrijk. Dat is toevallig de manier waarop hij altijd handen geeft. Dat is zijn karakter en zijn manier van met mensen omgaan in het algemeen. In zijn hoofd speelden heel andere dingen dan mij als persoon. Hij is natuurlijk met belangrijke dingen bezig. En moet door.<br> \u00a0<br> Of is het gewoon paranoia. Ben ik degene die hem immens haat. In onze handdruk de bevestiging zoek, dat mijn haat terecht is. Dat hij als directeur van een groot bedrijf als vanzelfsprekend een rotzak moet zijn, die het slechtste met mij voorheeft. Omdat dat soort mensen zo zijn. De waarheid ligt in de ongeschreven regels. Waar ik mij onbewust mijn hele leven al aan weiger te houden.<br> \u00a0<br> En dat weet hij ook. We schudden handen en zwijgen.<br><br><br><br> \u00a0 <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-medium\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/IMG_0222-e1572496222329-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-13713\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/IMG_0222-e1572496222329-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/IMG_0222-e1572496222329-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/IMG_0222-e1572496222329-1568x2091.jpg 1568w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><figcaption><br> VON SOLO<br> DICHTER, PERFORMER,  COLUMNIST EN CINEAST<br>  <a rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" href=\"http:\/\/www.vonsolo.nl\" target=\"_blank\">www.vonsolo.nl<\/a><br> \u00a0<br> Lees ook de  wekelijkse column van VON SOLO op 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