Strange Encounters

The man from Dutch Railways (NS) had actually grabbed and stopped my tricycle and walked around to stand in front of me. My front wheel was between his feet, so I couldn’t turn away. He looked at me and said: “I could take you from your tricycle easily if I wanted to.” I was perplexed. Was this guy actually threatening me?! “yes, that’d be easy,” I said, “because my left arm and leg are paralysed.” My response did not have the effect I had hoped for. He smiled at me and said: “can you prove that?”

Because of my disability I use a tricycle to get around. Inside buildings, and even inside shops, when I have to walk a long distance, I cycle my way. That of course raises many eyebrows – you don’t see a bearded man on a tricycle in the supermarket every day. I understand that, and I don’t mind telling people that I’m on a tricycle because of a brain tumour, not even if I have to do that every day. But what happened to me on the particular morning I’m telling you about, was simply astonishing.

The story starts several months ago. I had been teaching the whole day, and I was trying to find the train to Utrecht, to get back home. So I tricycled my way through the station, when an employee of the Dutch Railways (NS) told me to step off from my tricycle and proceed on foot. Normally I would have told him about my brain tumour, but since I was tired, I told him that I don’t ride a tricycle for fun. “Then why do you ride a tricycle?” he asked. “Because I can’t walk” I told him. He wasn’t convinced. He put his hands in his sides and took on what they call the ‘power-pose’. “I’d like to see that” he said with a smile. I couldn’t believe my ears. I became very angry, but I couldn’t think of the proper way to answer him. I just shook my head in disbelief and decided to ignore him. I cycled past him, and found my way to the train to Utrecht – and never looked back. I did my best to forget about what had happened, and I didn’t think about the events very much afterwards.

Until today.

Again I was on my way to the train travelling to Utrecht. I was tricycling across the central hall of the train station when my eyes met those of the NS employee that I had met before. I was about to cycle past him, but apparently he didn’t remember our previous encounter, because again he told me to get off my tricycle. Without turning my head I cycled on, towards where the platforms are. I had hoped that this would be the end of our second encounter, but I was sorely mistaken. The man ran after me and grabbed the frame of my tricycle.

“How can I prove that I have a brain tumour!? I can’t just cut myself open, can I?!” I felt that I was losing my temper, because I really didn’t know what to do or say. A colleague of the man was standing several meters away from us, but didn’t interfere. It felt as if they were waiting for me to become aggressive. I knew that, so I knew that that’s what they’d expect. At a certain point the man looked aside, towards the entrance of the railway station. when he turned his head, he also moved his foot a little bit. And that’s when I escaped. I got on the train, and went home.

As I write this, I feel both proud and ashamed. Proud, because I hadn’t started shouting or become aggressive, but also ashamed, for escaping…

About fbenedictus

Philosopher of physics at Amsterdam University College and Utrecht University, managing editor for Foundations of Physics and international paraclimbing athlete
This entry was posted in Personal, Travels. Bookmark the permalink.

4 Responses to Strange Encounters

  1. Tieske says:

    There is no visible identification number on their uniforms. I’d advise you to contact costumer service asap and gave them as many details as you can, like a description of the employee, date, time etc. Don’t wait for another encounter.

  2. Hugo says:

    Pff ridiculous! You’d expect that NS personnel at Utrecht C.S. /would/ actually encounter people on a tricycle or something similar on a daily basis and treat them politely. Great you managed to keep your calm without becoming submissive.

  3. Anonymous says:

    Thank you for your interesting story. You could email the station master at the station and get his reactions. The employee probably had some service number on his uniform to identify him, did you get this? When/if you get a reply please put it online on your blog.
    All the best with your future tricycling
    Bob Cole.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s