Dulfer's DUM DUM
thinks he can conclude from former Dum Dums, that the sanctimonious
ones among us only move within that hypocritical jazz-crowd that would
like to guard Amsterdam for strange influences, must feel cheated, because
even at the Amsterdam public transport company (GVB) you can find people
that can be accused of this kind of behavior and opinions.
That at least was the experience of a talented young saxophonist who,
on his way home from an evening at the Bimhuis (of course), fell asleep
in the infamous night-bus of Amsterdam. Arrived at the end of the line,
he was woken-up by the driver, only to find out to his great
fright that his beloved and valuable tenor-sax (Selmer Mark 6)
had disappeared from the seat next to him.
Panic all around of course, because such an instrument is irreplaceable
and comparable to a beloved family-member.
The driver on duty was willingly helpful to search underneath the seats
for the vanished instrument, but soon started a tirade often
heard in GVB-circles about stealing junkies, pickpockets from
Suriname and other criminal foreigners that endanger public transport,
creating lots of personnel with huge stress-levels, things that can
only be diminished by the unique combination of accompanying armed marines,
(even) higher salaries, and a tax-free danger-bonus for the drivers.
Even after days of searching the city in the most dubious places he
did not recover the saxophone, neither did phone-calls to colleagues,
nor the placing of a desperate ad in the papers. The saxophone was gone
and it stayed gone.
Until after about a year a repair-man blandly was offered the saxophone
for repair by an employee of the Amsterdam GVB who, after he was told
that the instrument was stolen, told - with a flushed-red face (probably
stress-related) - that he wasnt the owner, but brought the instrument
in for a colleague, whos name he couldnt recollect.
The shrewd repair-man held on to the sax and after telling the man it
would be advisable to find out that name, the man disappeared with a
speed that certainly is not common for the Amsterdam public transport.
He did phone the next day with the announcement he had no business with
the saxophone and that he couldnt find his colleague.
The owner of the saxophone couldnt care less about all that. He
recovered his saxophone, that was the most important thing.
And what about that bad memory of the GVB-driver? Oh well, that of course
was caused by all the stress created by all those stealing junkies,
pickpockets from Suriname and other criminal foreigners that endanger