I visited three dear friends, ex colleagues in Warsaw: the Chilean Juan, who moved there and the French Yannick and Sebastien which, like me, visited him in those days. No no. And anyway I stopped with that, both for the age both for the reached wisdom. And also, big coincidence, just a couple of weeks before going to Amsterdam I met a Russian girl who can read the hand. No much indeed.
But anyway: I officially and definitively chose life. And how to say no? There we are, me, Yannik and Juan. Picture taken by Sebastien. Anyway after Warsaw I already met them again in London. So, a bunch that continues from time to time to meet again in Europe and beyond. Happy women on a giant multi-bike, with a table in the center. Space Muffin โฆ towards new horizons!
Actually the main effect was an extraordinary sense of sleepiness that added to the one I already have naturally. Ah yes, I forgot to say that the infallibile hand reading has also prophesied that I get married in the middle of my life. So it should be almost. Pure cunning. Great photographer composition. Not even the muffins can stop me! Pirate little girls. Colorful building. In the Rijks Museum. In Rijks museum, a Nazist chessboard given by Himmler to the leader of the pro-Nazi Dutch party imposed after the German invasion.
Whites are the Nazis. But at the end the Blacks actually, Reddish always win! The Nazi-fascists are too stupid to win. Near the museum there was an interesting installation. Soap bubble. In the red light district. Sex shop. With wise words of Woody Allen.
As you can see, generally, I behaved. I chose life. But what a bore. Ehhhh this looks like an Oscar Wilde paradox! Choose life. Just another journey. Salvador de Bahia and Arraial d'Ajuda.
