I couldn't get any closer without weeping all over everyone. I was swimming in my emotions. Sadness for my loss, pride in my family, astonishment that a spontaneous crowd of strangers could honor my family more than anything I'd ever seen in my own country. Francisco noticed me leaving and followed after me. Yes, each on their own day.
Today is just Amsterdam.
I said, and headed back to the office to finish the day. Later that night, as I was biking home, I passed by the memorial again. It was covered in flowers. I stopped and looked at it for a long time.