On a Friday afternoon I am overtaken on my bicycle left and right by students on fast electric bicycles. A little further on I see them standing in a row just before the roundabout on the cycle path, blocking the passage. I’m surprised because they just have the right of way in the roundabout and they were in such a hurry before. So I cycle past them through the grass. I shoot into the roundabout and just manage to avoid driving right through a funeral procession.
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of February 3, 2023