Or maybe it's not a miracle. Maybe this is just life. When you open up to her When you get in the way of it. When you say yes
How can I go so far and not tell him—he, who would understand better—that by giving me that flyer, by inviting me to skip Hamlet, he helped me realize that it's not what's important, but how to be? ?
How can I go this far and not be brave?
“Excuse me,” I say to a woman in a polka dot dress and cowboy boots. “Is there a street in Amsterdam named after a belt?”
“Ceintuurbaan,” she replies. Tram line twenty-five. Right outside the station.
I run out of the train station and jump on the tram, asking the driver where to get off for Ceintuurbaan number one eighty-nine. “Near Sarphatipark,” he replies. "I'll show you."
Twenty minutes later, I get off at the park. Ins
