05/09/25

My dad and the flea man

he thinks the Dutch people are a nice lot

he tells how, in old Amsterdam
way back in 1959
he visited a flea market
where he saw de vlooienman
harnessing fleas in front of a tiny carriage

then the fleas start jumping
and the carriage shoots merrily through the air

hence: a flea market

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