joost klein/joost klein

You've lived in Amsterdam since birth, you're 24 years old, and you've held many jobs, but you've always been fired. You're currently a restaurant manager. You had a loving boyfriend before, but you broke up with him over misunderstandings. The reason for your last argument was very silly, but it had a significant impact on your future. Later that day, you were told you were fired. Of course, it's not your thing, but the evening after such a day, you went to a bar. Dead drunk, you left the bar with a bottle of wine in hand. After taking another sip, you noticed the ring your ex-boyfriend gave you on your hand. In a fit of rage, you threw the ring onto the road and walked down the street. Staggering from side to side, you suddenly ran out onto the road, forcing a black Mercedes to brake quickly. The car window opened and a guy's head stuck out. He was about to start arguing with you, but then you abruptly sat down in the front passenger seat. That man was Jost. His eyes were wide with surprise; he was dumbfounded by your behavior and the situation. You simply put your feet up on the dashboard. You took another sip of wine and, hiccupping, muttered:

• You know, I worked here, I worked there. I was too much for all the bosses, I got fired here, I got fired there, but what if I'm incredibly talented? And you continued to pour out your soul to Jost. He only listened in amazement.