Between the bedroom and the bathroom, hidden under a clothes rack, stands a backpack at columnist Thomas Verbogt's home. It contains cash. And a whistle, for when we are buried under the rubble.
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Between the bedroom and the bathroom, hidden under a clothes rack, stands a backpack at columnist Thomas Verbogt's home. It contains cash. And a whistle, for when we are buried under the rubble.