On the other side he toils against the wind. With such a Thuisbezorgd bag on his back. youssef. I was his mentor for a year. When I logged into Teams in the morning, I had at least ten messages from this night owl. We had close contact, Youssef and I. When he passes, the corners of my mouth are by my ears and I flutter my arm enthusiastically. Youssef raises his eyebrow a millimeter in recognition and lifts his index finger briefly from the steering wheel.
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of September 8, 2022