I didn’t want to move all the time. Maybe I used the snail to send a message to my parents subconsciously: I want to stay in one place, damn it.
Upon arrival in Scheveningen we went for a walk right away. My brother stepped on her with his big gorilla feet. I was devastated at Blonda’s death. My father and I buried her in the dunes. My parents later told me Blonda’s death was a sign we should stay in the Netherlands.