Numbers

I'm not trying to sound like a bad episode of Lost here, but the number 13 has been rather instrumental to my life. Literally. I was born on Friday the 13th, 1975. According to family lore, the superstitious nurse wanted to change my date of birth into Thursday the 12th, since I was born only fifteen (or is that thirteen?) minutes after midnight. My protestant father wanted none of it. One day I'll release a book full of jokes about Friday the 13th. Lord knows I've heard enough of them. Thanks, dad.

Anyway, the number keeps on popping up. Now I've registered to buy a house in Amsterdam (it's this one, in case you're interested). As is often the case with new houses in Amsterdam, they are distributed through a lottery system. I got my ticket number in the mail yesterday. No prizes for guessing what it is.

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