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Of tinkers, magic – and the perils of mixing grape and chain.

I’m holding a small piece of black plastic with a hole at the top, like a short, fat, dysfunctional needle. Or a midget-sized witch’s magic wand. I waft the holey end in front of a little light and – abracadabra … Continue reading

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No such thing as coincidence? So, what’s this thing with Barbara, Piet and Dag?

It could be a commandment for the fictional detective: thou shalt not believe in coincidence. But I’ve always had a penchant for connectedness. To me that’s what coincidence is – and it’s what we do. We’re social beings. We seek … Continue reading

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