He had eight more days before he had to leave a shameful city that he loved so much. Trying to figure out what he would say when the guy at the Rathaus asked him for his reason of leaving the H-town. He could not think of any reason. Amsterdam was a bit like Melbourne, except the red light district on Monday night in winter time, when the tourists were at their least number, the hippos were standing in boredom in their slightly lit aquariums. Life is tough. Look at what you have to do for a living. Anyway, there's a hidden boobs statue in front of the Oude Kerk that you will have to find if you ever go tho the Smokey Town.
Can you spot the Superman and Mary?
Sitting on the 5th level of the Openbare Bibliotheek, he was fascinated much by what was in his hands instead of the frozen canals in front of him. It was the pages of Kisho Kurakawa's photos of the Metabolist. If he would reborn, he would be an architect. But before, if he ever would live in Amsterdam, he would come to the multimedia level everyday to rip all those CDs! Hoping he could find Georges Milles Dans Voyage to the Moon.
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