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Every week author Maurits Koelewijn talks about the coffee culture and life in his hometown Amsterdam. This week he drank his black coffee at the Coffee Company in the Wibautstraat.
Hope is the last thing that goes. I have to think about this sentence when I’m sitting in the Coffee Company and I hear two people talking about winning the lottery. The chance of winning that 30 million is about 0.00002%. But this fact seems irrelevant, or unknown.
Would I change a lot about my life if I would win such an amount of money? No, I would become a fulltime author, but I would write less from Amsterdam and more often from the white sand beaches of the Seychelles or one of the bounty islands of Tahiti. And I would buy a houseboat in Amsterdam. And here comes something painful to read for all the people who are left wing voters and are very fond of the environment: I would buy a very rare and desirable classic car of the French brand Citroën, known as the SM. Excusez-moi.
Oh well, everybody sometimes thinks about what to do with thirty million. A lot less people dream about what you have to do to earn it. My girlfriend however asked me yesterday, when we just came back from a lovely dinner, if I would give up my hand for five million. Without any hesitation, I said no.
‘And two fingers?’
‘Uh.. Still no.’
‘But you will have five million then, remember?’ she said.
Okay, so she will do it. That’s clear!
Luckily there’s no reason for panic. The chance someone will give you five million in exchange of two fingers is even smaller than the chance that these two people will win the lottery. Just let people dream about yachts with a theater, swimming pool and helicopter landing pad, or about a Lamborghini or Bugatti. In the meantime, I’m ordering a coffee and start dreaming as well. About the new novel I’m writing. The chance that will be here one day is 100%.