"Ah, a no table conference!" and I pointed towards a group of people who were seeming to discuss things on a street corner.
"Jehovah witnesses," answered my wife and now I noticed that one of them, a man with a dark suit, had a sort of clip board in his hands. They obviously were dividing up the neighbourhood among each other.
There was the leader, two women with a child, a couple with a child in a pram and a skinny man with drooping shoulders. Luckily this was not our neighbourhood, but they were close.
I remembered these days in the Netherlands when we would discuss the harassment they caused on the weird times they paid you a visit. We thought about a sign on the door: No knocking at our door before noon. We are allowed by God to sleep late.
Even more after I once started a discussion with a Jehovah. I told the man at the door that wars mostly are caused by religion and that Christianity maybe had the worst record of all. He started fuming and threatening, I thought he was going to attack me. But instead he yelled: People like you cause wars!
After that I was fed up with him and told him to leave my doorstep, otherwise I would call the police. He had placed one of his feet in a manner that I could not close the door. I threatened to slam the door on this foot. But he took it away and walked from my path while shaking his fist to me and yelling things I could not understand. And all this while he was a Dutch man, just like me.
The next week we saw the group again, this time our neighbourhood would get a treat. We did not wait for this, an afternoon in the pub with nice live music is a lot better than arguing with somebody at your door.
But the day after there was a knock at the door. At first I thought there was nobody, maybe children fooling around? I opened the door anyway and there he was: the skinny man with the drooping shoulders. He was younger than I expected when I saw his face.
"I have a great message for you", he said almost apologising and he waved his Watchtower at me. I almost expected him to say: "I guess you are not interested." But he didn't.
So I said: "I'm not interested". He answered in a friendly way: "Have a nice day."
And he shuffled from our path to go on with his fruitless work.