East from last
Things I saw today: Wind flapping umbrellas, tram almost hit woman with baby in stroller which came to a complete stop after applying breaks and ringing bell for 5 seconds; the woman’s natural instinct was to let go of stroller and jump out of the way. There was another person, a man just as lucky; he bounced across. Guy on a bike goes the wrong direction into on coming traffic (wrong way on a one-way), he about flips on the car’s hood. I wonder if these people were stoned?
What I didn’t see: Huge puddle of water as I was looking for the Foto store and noticed a hot chick on a bike and SPLASH! HUGE puddle of water.
Music is great. Beers are damn expensive. Not even 1/3 of a pint for 1.50 euro. Few minutes later guy next to me looks like he’s having fun, dancing the night away like he’s having a seizure. They play 80’s music with techo, love it. Off of Pancake Corner, “Let’s here it for the boy,” plays. Girls bounce around and shake their ass.
K-51, Q-ROBE
This is a fun group. People coupling and making out on the dance floor. I’m a celebrity here; people want to take so many pictures with me. I really must work on being assertive and not so shy. Girls start to undress Mikey, the singer with the DJ. He gets shy and moves off stage. Ohwww… One of the girls has a pooch pouch and some muffins in her basket. But her friend that was frisky was smoke’n hot. I get looks but to shy to approach. And life slows down before it continues. Misery burns slowly while happiness burns fast, sometimes furiously.
Free tour –
Amsterdam airport is below sea level
4 billion is earned in revenue through taxes annually thanks to Marijuana
“Your friend, your enemy, your shadow.” Referring to drugs when taken by an individual.
“We had to run away quick sticks.”
Ryan is our tour guide’s name, Australian decent. He has great personal stories. He needs to stick to comedy. I saw him later on in the late afternoon at the comedy club, go figure.
I am at Anno’s, watching the Dutch Talent show, like “American Idol.”
Roker(ij), “Watcha gonna do Holland” Boom Chicago –youtube
Cee Lo Green, “Fuck You;” plays.
Thomas is Canadian; fell in Love with a Dutch girl in Amsterdam. He is the doorman at the Boom Chicago Comedy Club. Nice genuine guy.
In case it rains
And starts to flood,
This is your life jacket
To keep your head above
We write it down on a post card along with the life jacket that we give to Anna’s friend for her book release party. I got the life jacket from easyjet. I took two this time. One for Anna and the other so I could pull the cord because I always wanted to see what would happen.
The butterfly is out of my beard.
Out the door to my left. So step left, walk to Burger Ven Meineszlaan. Turn right, walk to Burger Fockstraase, turn left. And walk or taxi 2.8 km to Haarlemmerwy. Turn right @Van Limburs Stirmstrasse. Straight left so stop, stay left and street Tweede Nassaustrase. Walk to Nassaukade. Then turn left and look.
I’m sitting in a comfortable green chair, in the middle of the room. I know more people than Anna. I met them all tonight. It’s Anna’s friend’s first book, in Dutch; no English translation yet. I meet Malou MacGillaury, Anna’s best friend. Malou’s father is a nice sweet guy. He has a partner that Anna says is really nice too, he kind of adapted Malou. They have been together 15 years.
There is this guy walking around with a pink balloon between his left inner for-arm and bicep. The guy is well-dressed, white tiny poka-dots on a blue collard shirt, with black dress coat and tight pants. His pants are tighter than mine, and I’m wearing skinny jeans. He is talking to a smaller man; he himself is only 5’8’’. The smaller man is standing beside a taller woman; he tries to make a move. With success, not the type of success some would think but she is still beside him after the sloppy kiss on the cheek.
(New group) She is wasted. She looks around before beginning conversation. Probably horny, just because she is a girl doesn’t mean she doesn’t want it. “I have this genius idea,” girl says after this guy stops her from compulsively shaking his hand, she is dunk. Now she is off, after saying “Goodbye.”
The party is thinning. Anna is sending David a message. People are tap dancing; or rather beat dancing with their feet. The two from earlier, “sloppy kiss” and drunk girl, couple and are about to part. “Eye of the Tiger” intros in. The girl is taller than the guy but she looks mature and experienced so maybe she knows how to work those older smaller types. Lol.
Face painting! Please apply, me next, do me, do me baby. I asked, accepted. People start to dance. Oh my, wish you were here. Lol, the guy can’t figure out the spastic girl’s wobble and twist. I am not next. Now I pee.
Guy in line says, “I look at you and associate you with the Cohen Brothers… That’s a compliment.” I’ll take it. His name is Dennys. Dennys Franssen
dbfranssen@hotmail.com This guy is cool
I see two people motor scooting together and think; I wonder what that would be like naked. It’s cold outside… fuck that idea. It’s later; I wonder what’s going to happen?
The guys flirt with each other, reaching into each other’s pockets, running around laughing while they are still digging through the other’s pockets.
One girl just commented on my pants. >Are they comfortable <Ya >Because they look tight. – I lift up the bottom of my shirt so she can see my waist and turn a 360. She likes. Gay guy made a loud stomp. People walkout the door. Other people continue to converse.
Now gay guys chase in circles giggling. Time to leave. I’ve been drinking water.
My bike is like my dog
Old Beast still runn’in
Chasing that pussy, hunping, biting
Sometimes barking up the wrong tree.
If you hear me ring my bell
You better get the hell
Out of my way
Cause I’m a beast
Go ahead and yell
I’m not chasing mommas
So you can thank me babies
You get fed
Now watch and learn
My light shines bright when
You flip my switch
Open your hands up wide
Take a firm grip
Hold on tight
I like to shake your hips
Above my chrome handle bars
I shake them tits
I make the jiggle
Watch them wiggle
Through my reflect silver tints
I’ll finish the rest, later…
>Go to the Dik and get your Nigger Kisses – The Dik is the local grocery store and “Nigger Kisses” is a brand of chocolate they sell here in Holland. The store is right down the canal from the place I am staying. The Santa Clause arrived today Nov 13th, with his black slaves. Yes, black slaves; it’s a Dutch thing. They are not elfs; they are black men in funny jester like costumes. This is the first day when you sing by the fireplace and the black slaves come down and put candy in your shoes. Hence the chocolate kiss, and the name of the chocolate candy they sell. Some parents only put the candy in shoe once, others do it at least a couple of times before Dec 5th, it depends on the parents. “It’s a nice holiday,” Swayze says. He describes the candy in more detail. “There is a company, candy company, that makes chocolate candy with white filling in it. It’s the candy usually dropped in your shoe by the slave. NegerZoen is the name of the candy. Translated it means Niggerkiss.” Moving on now…
Kiwi the dog is sleeping to my left. Just today I took the dog for a walk in the park around the corner. Head phones in and high as a satellite in orbit I walk the planet not knowing what is to come in the near future. Just before leaving the park, some guy is amazed by this Bull Terrier. I can’t really make out what he says, not because I’m stoned (it’s legal here in Amsterdam don’t judge me) and not because I have head phones in playing “Fuck You,” by Cee Lo Green, but because he is speaking in Flemish. He moves friendly towards Kiwi and bends over, head first, to pet her and BAMB! Kiwi jumps in the air and smashes this guy in the head Chuck Norris style. She even got a bite out of him too. “Are you okay,” I say after tightening the automatic dog leash? “Oh… oh… I am seeing stars.” He is speaking English now with an accent. “I’m sorry, I had no idea, this is my friend’s dog,” I said. His friends, a guy and a girl, are laughing their asses off. But this guy is bleeding from the head; fuck. The guys sits down dazed, I diffuse the situation, really the guy is so out of it he has no idea what to do, and I walk away with the Bull Terror!
So anyways… “Clear and Present Danger,” is on TV, Dutch subtitles. I’m gonna go roll a splif. Why not, it’s legal.
DE CLERCKSTRAAT
>GO left: ROZENGRAGHT
Straight a head till Dam Square
I talk to some beautiful girl at Café POCO LOCO, she tells me some clubs to go to; cute local.
- Club UP weekend
- Studio 80 Thursday
- Plakk
- Club Air
Big Beautiful eyes, Platinum short but not to short hair, tall, student (masters in something), and about to finish this semester. She asks who I am and I tell her, she is very interested, weird I know right, all this while smoking a joint. Pray to the Gods you meet her again.
I see guys in the ally standing. As I walk I notice them all, all by themselves. Usually people travel in couple, pairs, or packs, even more so with their buddies. Oh, epiphany, these are they guys who wait for their buddy’s. Ha, ha, I would just fuck the girl in the window beside his. Have a competition; see how loud we can get these hard working women to fuck. Yep, I was correct, as I walk by the curtains are closed. They are definitely on stand-by thinking, “ya my friends fucking a prostitute.”
Women open their glass door’s and talk across the walkway. “Damn,” that girl has some huge tits. I see the youth leave the cafe bar, “The Pint.” Foreigners hooking up with foreigners. This guys needs to seal the deal before his buddy says something stupid or pukes. The girls have their gay Chinese guy friend/security with them; damn he is dressed well.
There I was after missing the last step pissing into the canal looking at the clouds thinking about the Dutch girl “M…” m-something, can’t remember. Wow, a shooting star. I make a wish; I ask to see that girl again. What…? I’m a simple man. Thinking back now I should have asked to see her again as my love or naked in my bed tonight, whatever.
Amasja
(a-ma-sha)
Bartender tells us her story of being robbed @ gun point. I tell her my story of having a gun pulled out, pointed point-blank at my face.
Henny is her name 0648250942, Call Saturday for Texas Hold’em Poker. Henny, Amasja, and I play poker, we are teaching Amasja how to play. We move on to 5-card poker. She tries the bridge, shuffling, she’s getting there. I am very attracted to Amasja.
She writes down some music to listen to:
Jonsi (Sigur Ros)
Bon Iver
Animal Collective
Fleet Fox
<Is that the bathroom over there >Yes it is <… I’m gonna go tinkle. – You can’t help but laugh.
Polaroid camera down the street, you can rent for 10 euros a day or buy it for 60 euros. Prints are not cheap, tough, would be worth it. For now on only use the word “though” in front of a sentence, never at the end.
Thought while walking stoned through the dog park with Kiwi:
For now on if I give money to bums give them foreign currency that is lower than their currency. The money given to them is already disappearing through exchange rate and currency depreciation.
Awesome thrift shop off Zwanenburgwal Centrum (on the corner by canal)
South Nassaukede, R on Jacob van Lenne, Curves 90 degrees right the 90 left then 90 right again. L on Jan Pieter Heij, R on Kanaalstrat, L on Staringstrat.
Bar “Bloom”
Hour and a half later I make it to Bloom, I got lost. They just finished a quiz The girls I am meeting here weren’t last in the brackets, they’re happy. And the guys they brought with them won, prize… 45 euros, congrats. It’s karaoke time, and these girls like to prance, great! Ya, drunk karaoke begins. This is a smoking bar, tobacco that is, damn it Amsterdam! They want to see my passport because as of right now my beard is 4 ½ months of growth without a shave and my passport has me bare and naked. I remember I am having coffee tomorrow with Malou. Okay now the girls are singing “I Will Survive,” while the bartender claps her hands above her head, her huge boobs hump up and rumble down, magnificent. In our group there are 5 girls and 4 guys including me.
<She’s fucking amazing…She’s so horny >She’s Mexican or course ^Mexican people horny? >29 million people living in Mexico City, of course. – I love how the girls here are so tall. She’s being swarmed, easy pray really, she’s sitting down.
He’s being molested, the big’o Mexican woman grabbed our little Italian friend.
She clenches my leg and squeezes. I go to the bathroom. Aw ya, every time, the air in the bathroom is better, no smoke. I piss in the dark. I come out and Glehn is dancing and singing, “Lift me up.” I lean back on the door to this music, dreaming of a girl dancing, singing, and loving.
“You sexy mother fucker,” she says turning and shaking her hips. She grabs my book and writes: “Dear Brandon, Enjoy, to the fullest. Every second counts just like in a bad action movie… xx(ox) Arienne
Good quote, she’s very inspiring. And drunk. Yep.
Girls drink diet coke in a tiny glass coke bottle with a straw.
Song, “You sexy Motha Fucka”
Sean Paul “Take that dick… early mon.” I want to dance. I like the portraitures on the wall.
Straight guys dance with each other… Girl with glasses and nice butt walks out of bathroom, she’s intrigued and sits down to watch the two guys dance.
Push it plays, “And push it real good.” A guy puts coins down the cigarette machine. Couples get frisky to my right. Yep, they’re gonna fuck. >Just look at all those guys waiting to see you, and grab you. – She frowns in a helpless humoristic way, knowing that it’s true. If these guys see her in their drunken state, she is going to get mangled. “Push it real good.” Now she dances.
Later on… Hugs, goodbyes, and ass grabbing. Yep, I love it. The guy that just grabbed her ass leaves with another girl. Lol.
“California Love…Shake it shake it baby.” Go Tupac GO! Glehn is a dancing machine; “City of Compton,” dancing while he works, a true master.
“Boogie Dance.” She looks at my passport. “That just the way it is…Things will never change.” I mix rhythms with life. Earlier,” “Shave!” “No.”
“Get up, now down, like a sex machine.” Spastic dancing by man in black, old my friend.
“Shake your money maker,” she winked at me. Ohh, I wink back. Oh, she was just twitching, slowly that is, she has something in her eye. Maybe she got something in her eye after she winked? I’m just saying.
Somebody takes my book and writes: Note from A’dam, erogene lonve bi mannen: G-spot…
P.S. I love (shape of heart) you
I now posses book
Win Sonneveld, “AAN DE AMSTERDAMSE GRACH TEN,” song, I like this song
Women are Meisjes, Men are Jongens. It’s what the bathrooms say.
Watzou je daen, Blof. Oh my… this is a song
Blood Sweat & Tears, BLOED ZWEETEN TRAVER< Andre Hazes
NOTE: SONG: AMERICAN BOY
Honestly, they (every bartender in Amsterdam) do not know how to pour beer.
Donney Hathaway, “A song for you.”
Hands, hands, hands, all over me. Yes! The song is still going on. 3 in the morning, next bar.
Send a post card to Café Bloom
Wilhelminastr
10G 1053WB
Amsterdam
Malou writes during coffee break the next day:
Google: Wharf
Find out: NOSM-WERF
Shrike! Leidseplein 16h
Erving Goffmann: The presentation of self in everyday life
Central Station, backside, ferry left to NDSM-werf
Nov 2nd, there is a protest today. At 4 in the afternoon. Smoking at 4:20. Get film. Polaroid as well. Leidsepein 16H
Raymond van’t Groenewoud, Ramses Shaffy
Bigmouth s… again, The Smiths
Thoughts while walking… I remember setting fire in a field, and I walked away. What animal does that? Not untamed people, just not educated/taught what…
Reaction to action. Watch, please watch. Try to learn. Try to teach. Yah, children are tuff, duh! It’s a human being with different thoughts, feelings, and ideas. A human being with different reactions to your actions.
I’m here with at least 12,00 people on Leid… A protest, with a stage and a microphone. A … singing protest. Ya sure… go ahead and bring your kids out.
I follow the drums core line after the protest, they cause traffic to stop for an hour and have a crowd of about a thousand or so people. So you piss off the public residents in Amsterdam and they will stop transportation going in and out of the city for an hour or so.
I now pass an outdoor ice skating ring, pretty cool. I wanna skate but it’s mostly kids and I look very suspicious with my beard, pedo like almost but really just scary. So I just take a few pictures instead, which turned out to be very suspicious as well.. Cee Lo Green’s, song, “Fuck you,” plays as the kids skate, the unedited version. They get a good and proper education here.
At Amsterdam Central Station now waiting for a friend to arrival. Should be here at 9:22. or not. Okay 9:41, or not okay. While waiting I observe a few things. A woman walks into a clear glass window at Kiosk, a snack and coffee bar. There are no benches on the ground floor, WTF? The woman was looking at food while walking (zombie like) and BOOM SHAKE RATTLE and “Ohh!” Lol, she must be so hungry, I am surprised she didn’t walk right through the glass. I check the tracks; there is a flash light, square and blue, underneath the departure train to the airport. I walk back to ground floor. I just saw a neon colored Waldo, high as an Astronaut lost in space. 13a, platform, I’m tired but not sleepy, only worn. That protest slowed me down, all that yelling and jumping around. It was a good Arts Movement, really it was more a of concert. A microphone and a band is not a protest, it’s a sing-a-long and riot diffuser. I mean, parents had kids around their necks. Monkeys don’t swings on vines when it’s raining, and I only saw two cops.
He has arrived.
Coffeeshop after his burger from McD’s
<Holy shit I got cottonmouth like a bitch. I can hardly feel my tongue. >You want some tea. <Ya. >Two teas please.
- 2 teas order
- 2 teas paid (He paid, cause he knows I’m traveling broke)
- 2 teas in front of us
>Where’s our tea bags? <Where are the tea bags? – We wait… we wonder… where are our Dam tea bags? Of course right when we ask her, after two minutes of looking around, we seem them literally in front of our face. It’s like camouflage. Impressive bag rip by the Japanese tourist to our right. “These guys are serious stoners,” my anonymous friend says. He’s still ripping the bag after he said that. Now they get the neon green bog from the waitress. Fire in the hole. He burned the whole fully loaded bowl of hydro, his weed smells great. This guy is impressive.
Anonymous friend writes:
Billy “Pablo, Fucking, Escobar” Walsh. You should give bike tours along Europe for a profession… “I don’t think it’s straight…” – Billy Walsh. “But it ain’t crooked.” Un-named Friend from Oktoberfest.
I have book again.
The sign on the wall says, “Tomorrow All Drinks are Free.” I ask the woman, I think she’s a hooker, behind the bar, “Are they always dancing,” referring to the women in front of the bar windows pointing at people trying to real them in the bar/sex for sell pub. She say, “Ya, always,” alright.
Not wanted, two guys that walk in briefly and left abruptly. Don’t know why, but dancer boy was beside them… dancing. Sometimes seat dancing, just kidding; no but really he was dancing.
My un-named friend just left, 2:30 in the morning. Until we meet again my friend. Be safe.
Next day. Lol, the thing that makes me happy are the break-dancers, they have a great idea. Somebody lays down on their back knees up and bent, with feet down. The other reverse cowgirl’s and covers the other’s knees with their shirt over them. Must look at it from frontal view, side and back view you won’t get the concept with it’s full imaginitive beauty. It was a good funny skit.
11:14 or earlier to 11:23 platform 5b, train to Nijmegan, stop at Amstel Amsterdam. Ask where bus station is.
At Julianaplein office check in, Eurolines, office at train station
1) South station/ gare central/ zuidstation
2) Tram/ metro 3, direction Churchill
3) Tram stopa @ endpoint, follow people, get out and take tram behind you (tram 23, 24. Or 25)
4) Get off @ “Roffiaen”
From central station:
- Metro 5, direction Hermann-Dubroux and get off @ “Pettillion”
- Take tram 23, 24, or 25 direction “Vanderkinderen”
- Take that tram and get off at “Roffiaen”
When arrive @ “Rofiaen” walk into the street btw the copy center and Pacific Ocean restaurant. On right you’ll find house number 331. Press second button from the top (Yevyv Niwla) address Boandaalse steeweg
Now in Brussels
“The Celestine Prophecy” book to read
“Sleeping with your socks on will safe your life.” 2 burgers in and a cup of coke. It’s a real cookout here. Burgers, cokes, foldout chairs, guys sitting around… AMERICAN style.
Invent upwards coffee table/shelves, instead of resting your cups on a single oblong plane you instead rest them on single individual rectangular one proceeded by another after another above it, like a latter with shelve but a coffee table.
He tells me about a town he knows with free transportation, somewhere in Belgium. We talk about the GoPro video camera. He’s now filling up the Brita container with water but with no filter on it. He now is putting his video camera in the water. Hey cool, he records me through the water, only it looks the same. I glance at the wall as we listen to techno. There’s a Boomerang up there. Idea! Shake face technique, instead of side-to-side shake face, shake up and down. Alwin is inspiring, I think about setting up a studio when I get back to the states. Completely white interior with a chair/or something in the room and a reversal mirror, the one that is reflexive and you can see through from the other side. The one’s that COPS use. Anyways, camera slides in front of mirror for picture when ready. That way the subject feels completely unjudged while going through emotions and making faces or poses. Have them go through different emotions by reading them inspirational speeches, telling them jokes, showing them dramatic video clips, sometimes disturbing clips. Have a TV that will be able to be pulled up, down, and/or around. The room is basically a recording studio, completely sound proof with a see through window on the lengthy rectangular side of the studio 90 degrees from the reflexive mirror so there is no obstruction.
Wormhole theory – Artist have a huge studio/warehouse, like Andy Warhal gave to some artist for projects. Artists come together and inspire one another while working in the same environment. Get a Polaroid!
Random thoughts: I wonder if we’ll ever find our origin (human species.) Creationism, so your telling me we were all created 4,000 years ago from two people, Adam & Even. You are wildly crazy. Just a thought, nothing more.
I need to start… I forgot. More burgers are being made, one will be frozen, and the other will go on a fork.
Random thought again: I want a girl with a never-ending fantasy.
Things I must do today:
Shower, poop (before shower), contact Brittini in Rome, coushsurf Rome, print itenary, mail film.
Watched “Mr.Knowbody” last night, good film. I just herd a big splash. Water in frigerator, the box where he was going to freeze his perfect burger, fell on the floor. He leaves to go piss. I haven’t showered in two days. He realized the experiment isn’t going to work, freezer is not cold enough. He needs a new idea now. Floor is still wet.
I had a bad dream. I was blind, blurry blind and my glasses did not work.
Here in Brussels they declared bilingual languages, French and Flemish (Dutch). Alwin told me about the cinemas in this part of town playing movies with French subtitles AND dubbed over in French language as well. “What the Fuck,” he says. In Geneva they speak both French and Swiss German. In Amsterdam they speak Dutch. The boarder between Italia & France it’s both. And they don’t sell pot here, I was told they did. Ya, maybe illegally but not like AmsterDAMN!
Just got up from being down stairs, microphone and a black guy. >So what’s up <I’m a rapper – Oh of course you are. I want a microphone. With a microphone I can be a rapper. Here we go: Beautiful girl you have been liven the blues, I would love to show you some moves, chance to dance to the tunes, I want to see you grove. I’m about to shake your blues, swing your hip, hold you when you dip. My hand on your hips, your toes on their tips, lips sailing like ships. Your souls dance’n, in my imagination, your touch has me clasping then I see myself crashing, splashing wet and in love with pleasing you. Pleasure.
Random idea: Make a bowl holder. Imagine at a bowling ally where the balls are, now imagine the rack that the balls are on. My bowl rack will be exactly like that. Now place that rack in front of a chefs table or along a bar where food can be served. All the chef has to do is place the cut, diced, or chopped or cooked food in the bowl and slide it down on it’s way to the customer. Bowls could even have magnets on them that would pull the bowl to certain places around to bar.
I tell Alwin how in Britain they deep fry Mars bars, really they’ll deep fry anything you give them; they’ll deep fry your burger from McD’s.
We listen to Mos Def.
The wooden man needs his screws tightened, Coca bottle, frozen, I space back to the place. I use to love the taste of coke-a-cola, my memories roll over. “Look at that glorious fucking tomato.” Red knife cuts around the green tip. The perfect burger; skillet fried meet, tomatoes, cheese, lettuce, Mayo on the side, it’s your decision. Chairs and chips.
Ode to the thing: I thank you, for being here with me. Comfort and warmth you give one side of my ass. My thoughts you retain, my feeling you feel. I bleed on to you with my ink through inspiration. The people around me know you. Things I see you feel. Enjoy, I know I do, and you are always with me; until there are no more pages to write on. I will revisit you, you hold my thoughts. Thank you.
P.S. I burned a hole in you last week… sorry. And I used you for joint tips too. You got high as fuck! I know because I was too.
I was going to smoke the cigarette outside but I FORGOT, NOW IT’S GONE.
Alwin writes:
Ibi2a (eivissa) Spain, clubs everywhere
La Mere Noel
I can’t look to the man in the corner of the sea, no I picture him. I’ll wait till he makes a movement to stop me photographing. I am seeing the guy on my picture, I see his reaction, he don’t want to be photographed because he don’t want me to know him but he reacted I go the stronger in most human reaction of the person, the moment you stop thinking and let the automatic you in to you… that’s who when thinking all the time, It one ex… to be able give the right reaction at any time,…
In Belgium you buy dope on the street from friends and so on.
In Brussels you can go to known places to get it or you to illegal bars to buy it. When entering the bar you just see 2 tables and …, you can just buy dope, here in nothing in the freeye. You never know how much you will get. You’re really feeling the criminal thing, in Brussels it’s like on television with layers from imported to less imported boys walking around the street selling to Flemish. I don’t trust that shit!
And that’s what he wrote
So… I am at the airport. I missed my flight because I took the wrong train to the wrong airport, FUCK!!!! I have 2 options. #1) Pay 100euros and get the next flight to Roma. #2) Spend 15 euros and go back to Brussels. Now, I must contact Alwin. I wonder how this will all end…
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