I have been mocked, laughed at, by people who loved me. Cause? My Nokia phone. I loved the simplicity, the convenience, the size. But that didn’t matter. It was ‘necessary’ that I get a smartphone. At Christmas there was one for me under the tree.
Not that it went well. But now I could scroll in the tram and at the hairdresser just like everyone else.
My sense of joy just wouldn’t come. Until a week and a half ago, Prime Minister Rutte spoke in the parliamentary debate: “Now I mess around on an iPhone.”
Someone who understood me.
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of May 30, 2022