With all his possessions, wrapped under a blue tarpaulin, the tramp sat motionless next to the broken bridge over the Van Starkenborgh canal in Groningen. If you looked closely, you could see that the blue mountain behind which he was hiding was a fully loaded bicycle trailer in which a life was rickety tied together with plastic and rope.
No matter how much the tramp carried, he had no gloves | column Maaike Borst
