I shall be free

pretty people, so much delicacy, latest dior and chanel mixed with my choice of big solid foghorn blues.timelessness and finally three free souls playing on the cobbled streets with the railroad days and youth our maniac giggling only interrupted by the sudden pauses of realization, wild anxious silence of mystery.Such a wonderful, concerned family filling the quiet sunday morning with dutch hymns and pounding chords on the piano, im priveledged to be amoungst it.Complacent ecstasy of joyous life, permeating vibrations of creativity, im home, im a bum. Hallelujah. Everything grin inducing, like some warped time machine, collective of all time and all people.Jimi Hendrix shrining next to the grand cathedral, abodes filled with odd paraphernalia, next to the simply elegant opposite the bong smoking student, obvious the thing thats bound this weird world together is invisible and so damn delightful.ZEELAND no signs of failing energy and i love that we spend a day out exploring and say its time to go home now! Home to zierikzee to a house filled with streamers, teacups, bibles,bikes and flowers.Whales penis's are bigger than italians. I have mastered my favourite sentence in dutch and english lekker kroket (yumm dim sim) ill get by fine now. At the cathedral booksale the dutch priest informs us (in dutch) 'i cant speak any english (shaking his english dictionary) i have no idea what these are about but there only one euro, great' we smirk as we notice roald dahls my uncle oswald in his collection, ignorance better left blissful.'so do we give way to the cars or do they give way to us' LEI replys 'umm i dunno just what ever' but we manage to give way to the lekker dutch boy riding carefree into the sunset, with his lasting waft of cigerette, asi wipe the dribble from lei's open mouth we resume with our laughter.Yay we belong to the world now,getting ready to hit Berlin via Amsterdam, its time we mastered the delicate art of beer appreciation. And Amsterdam, i can hardly wait. Laura