The train from Amsterdam to Brussels is delayed near Breda. A passenger explodes in anger and rants unreasonably at the conductor. When the passenger has finished raging and walks away, I look sympathetically at the conductor. He shrugs and says: “If only I had become a brain surgeon.”
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper on July 11, 2023.