One story of my life in amsterdam:
About half a year ago, my daughter Asia and I were at the post office. Being the stubborn two year old, she wanted to turn right and descent from the staircase. I preferred to turn left and walk down the wheelchair friendly walk way. Since we were without a push chair, I gave in: we turned right.
On top of the staircase, my daughter said ‘ma mama’ and pointed at some bikes parked a few feet away. ‘Ma mama’ in my daughter’s language means ‘van mama’ in Dutch and ‘from mama’ in English. I was too preoccupied carrying my purchases and preventing Asia to fall down, that I didn’t pay much attention to what she said.
But my strong-willed little girl was quite persistent. ‘Ma mama, ma mama’ she continued to yell. ‘Yes, yes… mama also has such a bike’, I said and looked up… to realize that the bike that she had been pointing at, was my bike which had been stolen a month earlier.
So that's how I filled my stuff in the bike bag pockets, put my child in the bike kid seat and stole back my bike. Cool nice city amsterdam.
Another story of my life in amsterdam:
Sunday evening. Again, I find myself carrying lots of stuff with my daughter on a staircase. This time we are on the steps of a canal house. I have so much stuff with me, I cannot carry it all up in one go. Thankfully, my partner is there to help: he put the things on top of the staircase, I carry it into the house.
Flashforward with an hour: Hey where's my laptop? I call my partner ‘did I leave my computer in the car?’. His reply ‘no.. oh darn it… I put it on the steps outside the house’. When I go outside to check, there is no dear Maccie.
What I later do find in my LinkedIn mailbox that night is a message:
Could it be that you have lost an Apple computer on our doorstep? If so, please call me.
What appeared to have happened is that John saw a man walking outside with a laptop in his hands. The man's appearance and state made him question why he was carrying a Macbook like that (no sleeve, no bag, sloppy clothes and he was a bit dazed). So John asked him about it. The man replied 'oh, yeah... I found it... somewhere on one of these steps'. John replied 'well, then it probably belongs to someone who lost it and may still be in one of these houses'. The man replied 'yes, well... I'll try to find the owner' and tried to walk on. John then became forceful and said 'As I live in one of these houses, why don't I take it and try to find the rightful owner'. And so it happened that John, opened the laptop, saw my name, Googled me, ended up on my LinkedIn profile and left me a message.
When texting my boyfriend the good news, he sharply replied:
cool nice city amsterdam!