I slept better than the night before. After all, this was the beginning of a – hopefully – calmer day. I arrived at the office around 9.15 and my first action was to call Mr. J1 and tell him that I was pretty sure that I didn't want to do business...

Still not sure about the time of the appointment with the owner and, at the same time, trying to keep my anxiety to a minimum, I called Mr. J1 after lunch to confirm it. It was at 16 in the afternoon. A while after the phone call, I received another...

So, where to start, when there is so much to say? I think I'll start from the beginning...   Remember I mentioned, in a very subtle way, that I found a new apartment at Leidseplein? Well, as it turns out, the guy from the agency, Mr. S, and I agreed...

It was a Sunday morning like many others. Cars driving on the street outside, birds being fried on the power lines, old women tripping, falling, and breaking their coccises. A normal morning.

Maybe it was the thought of getting done with my latest...