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A Supermarket Bag and a Truckload of FOMO
The day was nearing to a close. The sun has already set, but that Friday evening in Amsterdam was still warm. Unusually warm, in fact, for those late days in March – as if spring decided to bless my pilgrimage, for that pilgrimage was not jovial. I was sitting at a ramen joint, sipping on the broth. To my left, a…