A man with a mission...

Ta ta ta ta! Ta ta ta ta!

Sometimes when I get on my bike in the morning to go to my work, this tune pops up in my mind. A such a moment, my eyes become narrow, yet a faint smile plays around my lips. I quickly look into the street for any suspicious movements, first to the left, then to the right. I look up. Anyone ducking away from the window? No. I check my belongings. (my wallet? it is still there. my keys? in the pocket. my suitcase? right there, at the back of my bicycle, still filled to the brim with tests, notes and other not-very-interesting documents). I do this without looking though, just a touch will do, my eyes again fixed at the far end of the street. At that moment I think of my friends/colleagues, who - in other parts of the city - are about to be doing the exact same thing as I am. I trust these colleagues - Nicoline, Dirk-Jan, Jaap, Goof - we've coped with a lot of explosive situations together. Caught a lot of culprits. Yes, we've had quite a few narrow escapes, but in the end, victory was ours always. And today - no doubt - there will be another mission waiting for us. It is time. Determined, I start to cycle towards the Cartesius Lyceum. Slowly at first, but when I turn right on the Admiraal the Ruyter I quickly gain speed. And there's that same tune again. Ta ta ta ta! Ta ta ta taaa!