ON THE LEIDESPLIEN
'Will I get the money?' was the question on the mind of the little, brown man as he hoisted himself up the lamp post using only his arms while simultaneously bouncing a football on his head.
Reaching the top, he dropped the ball, caught it between his ankles and slowly elevated his legs until he held himself perpendicular from the ornate lamp post, then said, 'If you watch, you pay.'
Suddenly he flicks the ball into the crowd. A youngster in the crowd demonstrates a few skillful tricks of his own, then returns it to the little dark man who by this time is back on the cobbled surfaces of the Leidesplein.
He pops the ball back into the crowd and the crowd pop it back to him. He pops the ball back into the crowd and the crowd pop it back to him. He pops the ball back into the crowd and the crowd pop it back to him. He raises his leg. The ball arrives at precisely the right time in precisely the right place. He traps it with his foot and stops it dead. Not the slightest wobble.
The waiter from the nearby cafe delivers a drink to him. They share a broad smile.
A big tourist walks into the circle carrying a few folded notes which he drops in the upturned hat.
'Your name?' asks the big tourist.
'Rivaldo,' replies the little, brown man.