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‘Hey, funny you should have read that.’ I knew the piece he was talking about.

‘Yes, I thought right away: I’ve got to give Pol a call. But you beat me to it.’

For convenience’s sake, I believed him.

‘Beer,’ he said. ‘First I’ll go and get us two beers. Thirsty weather, tonight. Do you know how many brain cells are lost after each glass of beer? Two million. Can you imagine that. So that makes another sixteen million fewer this evening. Deadly drug, alcohol. Okay, two beers. Double trouble, haha!’

‘Do you still cycle?’

‘Definitely,’ said Joost. ‘Together with a couple of guys from the faculty, in the summer, once a week. I reckon I’m in better shape than when I was 20. We should go to Mont Ventoux again. David with that car of his. David. I wonder how David’s doing?’

‘I see him a few times a year. And I get ten emails a week.’

‘Gotta look him up again sometime. Good old David.’

It was my turn to get beer.

‘André,’ he asked as I put the glasses on the table, ‘have you ever heard anything from André?’