Back to… Utrecht
After a six month absence it was the right time to finally return to Utrecht. Many people I knew left long ago and the feelings were mixed. The city itself is a wonderful place but the university structure… best forgotten. If anything it is sad, sad to have left too early, that I didn’t enjoy it longer. Although a reminder of the misery and neglect that their education system enables. One can always return and I will. This was possibly the end too for my friends there, so thank you to them. I will see you at the next stage.
Back to…
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- my other European life
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- tolerating individual responsibility when not hurting others
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- my old home behind the bell tower ringing day and night
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- the Pringles bike, now retrofitted
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- my favourite gypsy
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- canals (although usually not for swimming!)
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- ever frequent markets
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- the university I care little about
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- European summers
