The elderly lady next to me in the Sprinter addresses an older man unknown to her: “Can I say something nice to you? You would make a great painter’s model.” The rest of the journey follows a conversation about the beauty of aging. Just before the train arrives at Amsterdam Central Station, they exchange numbers on old telephones. Am I mistaken or is there a hint of spring in the air on this November day?
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of November 26, 2022