We schrijven september 1983. Als zestienjarige puber woonde ik nog bij mijn ouders met twee oudere broers. De oudste broer had sympathie voor Feyenoord,...
Bij het schrijven van dit epistel worden (wellicht) de eerste kogels gejaagd door het ons zo geliefde en tegelijkertijd gehate Groenoordhallen. Deze hallen kenden...
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