At the desk of the police station on the Nieuwezijds Voorburgwal in Amsterdam, an indignant window cleaner reports. Whether one can check with the recording of the security cameras who stolen his bucket. That was already two hours ago. The joke is now off. “When I know who it is, I will solve it myself,” he said on a confident tone. “Then he is dead.” On the surprised look of the police officer, he quickly added: “For me.”
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