On the 12th floor

Posted by Patrik Edvardsson | Posted in , , , , , , | Posted on 9:40 PM

I went to Eindhoven. I was part of the morning commute, it felt strange. Bought the International Herald Tribune and read the business section, fell asleep before we got to Utrecht. In Eindhoven I sat in a corner office on the 12th floor. Talked with people about working, they answered, explained, thought about what it meant to them. They went and came, I sat there, with my paper and an orderly pile of coffee cups. My eyes looked tired but my brain was sharp. No need for a power nap. No time for a power nap. One of my interviewees had been in Stockholm; it consists of nine islands he told me. That might be right, I answered. Another person told me the best thing with Amsterdam is the train ride back to Eindhoven. They're quite funny, the people in Eindhoven. But the buses have cameras that show how you look like when you sit in a bus in monitors. Felt unnecessary.

About song about buses. Or the lack of them. Or something completely different.
Arctic Monkeys - No Buses

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