In the heart of Amsterdam, within the confines of a tiny six-square-meter room, I found myself grappling with a revelation: I was six weeks pregnant.

Let’s return to an era when the internet wasn’t dominated by algoritms.

For many in their twenties, navigating the job hunt is a familiar journey—a quest to find the perfect fit, or simply any opportunity that fits.

Returning to this place feels like bidding farewell to what once was. It's a grieving process, mourning a feeling that can no longer be recaptured.