On the day of his eighteenth birthday, Roel Koopman sits in his own car for the first time. “I will never forget that day. It was great,” he says. Since Roel was a six-year-old boy, he occasionally accompanies his father, who is also a Dixi driver. He helps out every school holiday. He thinks it’s beautiful.
Today he is standing with a big smile at a number of dixi’s next to the Stopera. The smile gets a little bigger when they are full, because that’s what he’s there for. He sucks everything into his car with a long hose. He is used to the smell by now. “It’s beautiful. You’re outside, you see new people all day long. And you can always wave to colleagues who drive by.”
