Eight years ago, on this day my mother passed away.
I was having dinner with an expert on cyber war fare. My sister called me, she was visiting Amsterdam, she said, ‘we have to go to the hospital now.’
When we arrived my mother was already dead.
To be honest, I had forgotten that it was today the anniversary of her death.
But it was good, it was appropriate I would say that I went to Apostrof, one of the better and most pleasant restaurants in Amsterdam. There were only two diners, the chef and owner offered my son (nineteen months old) a job.
It is my task in life, at least one of my tasks to make Apostrof more popular.