At first she remains polite when four or five guests close her in and force themselves on her in the Eindhoven-Gemert bus. It’s Monday evening, half past eight.
The young woman, who wants to tell her story but without a name (which is known to the editors), gets some suggestive questions. Since she has nowhere to go, she puts on her headphones and plays the hardest hard rock she has on her phone as fast as possible.
She pushes the boy on her lap, half lame, back upright with his hood. One of his friends happily pushes him back.
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