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In the previous episode, Veronique said that it wasn’t always chic on board. And she reunited with Bas, a childhood friend.
“You really don’t change,” Bas compliments me as he hugs and kisses me. “How long have we known each other?” It will take more than 25 years. I can still see you cycling away on your gold-painted grandmother’s bike. So onto the channels. We had a lot of fun during that time, didn’t we? Play billiards in the Eerste Helmerstraat, play football together in Vondelpark, hang out at the bar in the café where you worked…”
“Yes, yes,” I interrupt him. I immediately think back to the terrible time afterwards and I don’t really want that. I will never forget the police raid on my and Robin’s house that Thursday afternoon. We had just finished shopping and I wanted to cook for both of us. So I was standing in the kitchen and Robin was sitting on the couch and fidgeting a bit. The bell rang briefly and immediately afterwards we heard an infernal noise in the hallway downstairs. The door was roughly broken open. We lived on the second floor and I heard the stomping on the stairs. There was a bang on our connecting door and it also opened without any problems. Robin had jumped up from the couch and looked at me. I saw nothing in his eyes. No fear, no surprise, nothing.
Crying on the sidewalk
“Police,” I heard someone shout and from then on it happened so quickly. Robin was tackled to the ground by two officers. I wasn’t tied gently either. I had no idea why this was happening. I screamed, screamed for Robin. He did not say anything. I had never seen him like that before. I was allowed to go home that evening, but Robin stayed in the office. He was suspected of playing a major role in the cocaine trade. I really didn’t know anything. How terrible it was.
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Everything I believed turned out to be untrue. I was living in Robin’s house and his rent was canceled immediately after his final arrest. From one moment to the next I was on the street. My loved one in prison and no roof over their head. I stood in front of my parents’ door crying again.
“Everything turned out a little differently than expected,” Bas interrupts me from my thoughts. “Do you ever think about Robin? I do. A few years ago I thought I saw him in southern Spain, but when I called his name the man didn’t answer. I must have been wrong.”
Disappeared from the face of the earth
“It suddenly appeared on my voicemail two weeks ago,” I put it bluntly. “I’m just saying that he will be in the Netherlands at the end of the year and wants to see me. Idiot, right? I have never seen him again since my last visit to the prison in Den Bosch. All I heard from his mother years ago was that he left for Indonesia after his release. But she also passed away about eight years ago and I haven’t heard from him since. Until now. But then you never had contact with him again?” Bas shakes his head negatively. “No, I visited him often in prison, but after his release he seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth.”
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