Tuesday afternoon half past five. Like many others, I cycle home through the busy evening rush hour in The Hague. If I have to wait a moment to turn, I overhear a fragment of conversation. A man on a public transport bicycle asks the woman riding next to him: “Why did you actually leave the Council of State? Left?” I look at these young civil servants in amazement. Until I see that they join the traffic light to turn left to cross the Koningin Emmakade
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