I can't remember these fresh blue and white tiles on the wall. No idea what covered the walls at the time I was a frequent visitor of this station. When I was about eight or nine years old I daily went to the station during rush hour. I was fanatically collecting sugar bags and asked everybody if they had one for me. Allthough most people were quite generous, I was happy when I got home with some ten sugar bags - I wasn't the only little beggar around.
On my blog Stoop's Streetbook I am posting a series on my childhood memories. I won't repeat the series here. I show you a small selection.