They decided to take me to the AMC (Amsterdam Medical Centre).
An ambulance was being phoned & they put me on the stretcher.

Protocol, they said.

They asked me whether I was nervous.

I said I wasn’t. I just let it happen. Let it roll. Let it. It.

But probably, I said, I will get nervous when I get home.

I’m still not nervous.
I’m lethargic.
It all happened. I wasn’t taking part in it.

So if you’re trying to reach me: I’m not here.

I’m somewhere else.

The whole week I decided.

Maybe I’ll respond.
But that’ll be all.