KNMI told us to stay indoors, but patronizing makes me unruly, so I already ran through the storm there. After two minutes a soaking wet Christmas tree blew against me, so that I continued my way with needles and lametta in my hair. In the park I encountered the usual scenes: torn branches, spinning rubbish, a single intrepid runner and the obligatory man-with-dog.
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‘Can’t such a dog blow away?’, I asked
