On the beach in Ibiza I once had a chat with a woman who also works for the Dutch government. She in a bikini, I in swimming trunks. Much later I met her again in a ministry restaurant. She’s in a suit, I’m in a suit. We both no longer knew where we knew each other from. Then the penny dropped for me and I blurted it out to her: “Ibiza! Oh well, of course we only know each other without clothes on.” The woman and I left the silence that followed.
Jeroen Nugteren
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