A glorious morning so we decide to cycle through the Vondelpark. But what's this? Our usual route through is blocked off by police tape, and an ambulance and four police cars are parked close to a small bridge. After cycling along a muddy path and across a sandy field, I get the chance to look over my shoulder at all the fuss. A body is hanging from the bridge, backlit by the rays of early morning sun. That explains the police presence. I hope they're checking the rope for epithelials.
It's hard to understand why someone would top themselves on such a beautiful morning, but as Bill said when I told him about it, the person had probably put this in his agenda weeks ago -- and if the Dutch make an appointment in their agenda, you can count on them keeping it. How sad (the hanging, not the Dutch fastidiousness around diaries).
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