A picture that will never leave me: 0745, one fine Tuesday morning, Van Diemem straat, Amsterdam about 30 years ago on my bike on the way to work. Ambulance parked on the side of the street. Very young guy on the stretcher, clearly a corpse. Very fancy briefcase sitting upright next to him, his hand still aimed at it.

It wasn't the corpse that got me, but the briefcase. It talked tales of ambition and a future and suddenly there was none of all that. Heart attack, according to the 5 lines he made in the local newspaper the next day. I can still see that briefcase. It's a good reminder.