Entries by David Enker

Naked

I enter the hospital room and there he is, sitting up straight in his bed with his bald head hanging low into his hands. Even though I can’t see his face, his thin long fingers reveal his bones. He doesn’t seem to notice me. Outside the room on the hallway are my mother and his […]

Silence

Today was Memorial Day, during which the victims of the Second World War in Holland are being commemorated, just like every year on the 4th of May.

The Man with the Hat

Maybe the man with the hat is my real father. Hiding behind his newspaper four seats away in the train. I spoke with him over the phone a couple of weeks ago, but all I had was this tiny photograph of him. His face was pushed half out of the picture frame by me, a […]

Just Like Mine

The sand nestled itself between my little toes. I had never been to the beach with my mother before. Usually when I visited her we would go to the park or just cycle around the city, with me on the little seat at the front of her bike, my eyes navigating our way. This time […]

Abstract Expressionism

The difficulty with abstract expressionism like that of Barnett Newman is that it doesn’t represent something (immediately) recognizable. That doesn’t necessary mean there is nothing to relate to though.

Avi & Shiri

It was not long after Israel’s Second Lebanon war in 2006 that I met Avi. I was working in London at a famous ad agency on Knightsbridge, between Hyde Park and Harrods.

Looking for Izzy

Izzy was missing the other day. We had started to let her out only a couple of weeks ago. Enough to get used to the gardens and not to get lost, but she isn’t too bright. And she’s fat, too.

Yom Kippur on Mars

Since our move to Holland and the purchase of our house A and I needed a sunny holiday. Having been to the Greek islands of Lefkas and Samos before, this time we decided to go to the larger island of Lesbos.