After inspecting thoroughly the house where I live, and considering the furniture, the picture hung at the walls, the Indian spices in the kitchen, the presence of a wok in the kitchen cupboard, and the amount of incense sticks in the closet, I have discovered the truth: my landlady is actually an East Asian, enclosed in the body of a Dutch woman.
P.S.: the bike works great again. Next time I won't lose any hair trying to repair it myself. Also, this has re-established some trust in Dutch bike repairers.
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(the diary of an Italian in Amsterdam)
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