the clouds are getting darker the moment the pilot tells us that we are taking a direct decent towards amsterdams international airport. our flight left 30 minutes late, due to what i assume could be called unimportance.
this is a flying tin-can they put us in here. i am sure they usually sell some old tuna in these, and now there are less than 30 people onboard.
oh,some news from the pilot and „not very good“ ones. no more cruising, amsterdam airport is closed due to heavy snowfall. we get redirected to another airport.
please hold the line...
... okay, next post from düsseldorf. we are stranded in fucking germany. lufthansa is so kind to provide a bus-shuttle with no drinks, no food, no nothing. at least we have some space, cause shizzle vergizzl wasnt afraid of kicking any old lady out of the way to make space for us. hell ya, lets roll. this bus is smoking. from now on.
by the time we got to amsterdam i was too lazy to post anything. what did we do? the usual stuff: some red light action (please ban those mid-40s drunk english there), more smoking and rolling (why cant they stop playing stupid techno in coffeeshops??) and of course some people-watching (which is more fun off-season, cause you get the real dirt unfiltered). these are the moments when you realize that dam is kind of more international and open than all the hype places like barcelona, paris or even london.
or tell me what this guy in his late thirties did? running past as if the devil himself was breathing down his neck, limping in panic at 3 am past us on an empty and dead street. then he stopped for no reason, looking around with some mad cow desease look. panic! and then he ran off in another direction. and like that he was gone.
who was after this lost soul wearing a tight black suit? there was no one in sight, nobody was after him.
only his shadow.
but his shadow didnt limp...
