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.
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.