“I cannot afford the sun” – this is what I was thinking the moment the sun hit my face, for a few seconds, on a Monday morning while going to the office. I was getting out of the metro, to the surface of the ground. But the encounter was painfully short, as I had to go inside the train station and step into a train, which, towards the end of my journey, would take me through a tunnel and would basically leave me there for the next eight hours or so. Not quite in the tunnel, but rather in an office building, inside a network of glass and steel. From the point where the train is leaving me in the morning and all the way to my desk, I don’t even need to go outside: there is another tunnel – this time, above the ground – which brings me right to my destination. I would take the train again in the evening, to go back home, back to the surface. But the sun would be there no longer. The funny thing is, during this time of the year, I don’t even need to dress for Winter. On my daily commute, I am almost never outside for more than two minutes, the distance from my house to the metro station. I could as well live in Haarlem, Hoofddorp, Den Helder, or in any other smaller city in the country as I don’t have time to go out in Amsterdam during the working week anyway. It really doesn’t make a difference that I am living in what I consider to be the most beautiful city in the Netherlands if I only get to see Amsterdam like any other visitor: during the weekend.
But here it is, the weekend. I wish you a good one, in which you can afford to enjoy life, wherever you are!