Is Mark Rutte a bastard?
I have been disputing this question since the middle of last month.
So what am I going to tell you? Is this the end of something? The beginning of something? The beginning of an end?
No idea what craziness still awaits us.
‘Otel Etonne,’ I hear. The smell of despair reaches through the open car window. ‘Monsieur, s'il vous plait,’ he says, an elderly Frenchman behind the wheel, a wad of crumpled directions in his hand. Wildly he steers his car up the sidewalk.