“It's winter”, says D, “ they are throwing snowballs and a bit of boxing”. “Quarrelling” says H. “and a bit of fighting, they’re Ambonesians.” According to Mrs. P. they are on the beach. G finds it is wartime: “they have a little strip of beach where they can still play. They playact what they have seen.” She doesn’t find it a happy photo.
According to H. they might be neighbour kids.” It’s after the war, just after the war.”
G: “The boy behind them throws sand.” Door says that the boy in the background keeps them apart. “A bit further away is another one, he is too small, he watches, he thinks it is exciting.”
According to G. their names are Achmed and Mohammed.’Just like my neighbour boys, they are not feeling happy.’ ”They are half Dutch’, says H., ”Anton Schul.”They went back to the Moluccas, they feel good, they got into a fight at school. Somebody said: Who are these blacks?"
D. says: “They are happy, it is not a real fight. They are romping around. The one is laughing a little bit.” G.: They are just little men, about 4 or 5. According to D. they are schoolboys of elementary school. And the little one has to cheer them on.”
Mrs. P. says it is not winter, she doesn’t know who is going to win. H.says the one on the left will win. ’He threatens and he laughs with it.”
G. says: “When they have good parents those two will be all right, if not they will become little bastards. ”