The sun is shining. A nice round through the polder before the oatmeal. On the way back I pick up an empty can of Grolsch. I’m going to pass a trash can in a moment. A little further on, two young guests are smoking under the viaduct. mortal sin. Normally I’m pretty good with my wife. Now without looking back I bang the can firmly on the concrete two meters next to the gentlemen. A few minutes later they pass me on the bike.
“Hey sir. How can you throw away a can?! We are here in Gouda, you can do that in Amsterdam!”
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of May 31, 2022