I started temp work at a time when you were somewhat of a dickhead if you were a student or had just studied, because the corps ball imitation of Jiskefet was so unprecedentedly popular. So a common greeting among regular employees who wanted to be nice was 'Hey dick! Fucked?' Those who found out I wrote poetry usually added: 'How's your bóek, man?'
What was mostly lost in the laughter over coffee was the nuance that I had nothing to do with club life. I b...
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