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THE TRAVELLERS SAY WE CAN LIVE NEAR
THEM, BESIDE THE RED-WALLED SLAUGHTERHOUSE. It is not their field – their caravans occupy the dead-end road by the slaughterhouse
gates – but driving in or out we will always be passing by their doors and windows. We are glad because our big old bulb-field
on the far side of the city of Haarlem is being taken for houses, 117 new homes, and we have nowhere else to go. A planning officer has said
to us, ‘What if everyone wanted to live like you?’ We tell this to our new neighbours, and all laugh at it together.
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