Circumventing The Strikes, So I'd Earned My Beers
April 5th 1992 I caught the train from Paris to Amsterdam in the evening, expecting to wake up in Amsterdam the following morning. I had no idea what nightmare was to follow. It turned out that the Dutch railways had gone on strike, so we were all woken up and thrown off the train in Brussels.
I know now that Brussels is a beautiful city, but the impression that you are given is that it is full of bureaucrats
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