Tuesday evening at the bicycle repair shop at Amsterdam Central. While a man repairs my bicycle, his colleague stares into space at the cash register and lets out a deep sigh. I ask if he’s had a long day. “No.” He looks straight at me. “A shitty life.”
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A version of this article also appeared in the January 5, 2023 newspaper