kasimir malevich

The nephew got on a much more realistic aeroplane this afternoon. As I am writing this, he is still up in the air somewhere. And his father -my brother- is in his car on his way to Schiphol airport to pick him up. The nephew could choose (how old are you, honey?) whether he wanted to be chaperoned onto the plane or not. He chose yes, and so we all had to wait two hours for the chaperone stewardess with her golf cart. She called the nephew "pumpkin", and "baby". That must have been his final culture shock before leaving the country. With three other teenagers and two old ladies on a golf cart.