The art of deceiving“Goed maar het kan beter.” “Bien mais pas superbe.” “Good indeed but nothing special.”The art of deceiving
The trio gazed upon me with estranged looks in their faces. Their sly piglet eyes sparkling behind their over-exposed glasses, all shaped like the waxing crescent moon. At first you would think they were brothers, even triplets, but nothing was less true. They were just an inseparable trio, completely dependent on each others, knowing exactly their role in the play. They stared at me again, this time even more fiercely and with something I can describe best as a light salted malicious pleasure. &n
