Council of State
It's 5:30 on Tuesday afternoon. Like many others, I'm cycling home through The Hague's busy evening rush hour. When I have to wait a moment to turn off, I overhear a snippet of conversation. A man on a public transport bike asks the woman riding next to him: "Why did you leave the Council of State anyway? Left?" I watch these young civil servants, stunned. Until I see them lining up at the traffic light to turn left across Koningin Emmakade.
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