With howling tires and lots of Randstad bombing I arrive at the UMC Groningen. My father’s health, who has ALS, has suddenly deteriorated and he has been admitted to ‘City’. In the hall quickly to the counter. “Room 65,” says the central receptionist friendly. Then, politely but decided: “Would you like to come from three o’clock next time? Then it’s for everyone visit hours. I still try to throw that I am coming all the way from Amsterdam, after which she nods understanding and then says dry: “We are in the same time zone as Amsterdam, sir.”
Paul Brink
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