A Saturday evening in Urk, March this year. After a week at sea, some villagers feel like going out for a night out. It’s corona time, the bars are closed, but some bars are open on the business park. At a recycling company, 19-year-old Jacob H. sees a forklift with the keys still in it. He gets in. That’s a good thing, because – as it turned out recently at his trial – he doesn’t feel like walking.