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After lunch, I stroll down to the Winschoten train station. I’m thinking of heading to Groningen for some peace. But the train’s delayed. Of course! I sit on a bench, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the history of Winschoten, how it used to be a big deal for the textile industry. I’m nodding, but inside, I’m like, “Lady, I just wanna go!”

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