Because I have a nauseous character, I cycled to Leidseplein, the morning after, to look for traces of the hostage situation. Cartridge cases, a loose foot or if necessary just the bottle of water that led to the denouement (‘the bottle that saw everything’), but nothing, everything was spotless, under a friendly sun.
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I stared at that tragic tree stump and thought with melancholy about my savage youth
