On the top of the planet - Day 5

And the Paradise smiled back to me.
I got it, I did it, the only way it can be done, by assiduous work, word by word, sentence by sentence. I managed to put it right. And I went out, and my garden smiled back to me, the water in the channels smiled back to me, the water lilies smiled back to me, the while lilies I have on my table smiled back to me.
I am one with my country, one with my language, one with my work. Me, the scholar, the Orientalist in Leiden. On the top of the planet. Optimal. The very way I should be.
I have earned my Paradise with this hard work, unyielding. The work done, first of all, upon myself, upon the things I have left behind. And here I am, on the top of the planet.
I went to Hema, but I felt I needed nothing, no more pens, no more notebooks. Or perhaps I needed them, and I will go back there on Saturday, bring the whole lot. Like always, every end of August of my life. That's what God says, I've made the man greedy. 
I also went to the Siebold House and saw an exposition of Japanese photography. From all things I have left behind, I only miss my books on Japan.