Cherished dole money for street people
Amsterdam, 24 April 2012.
If there is any place in Amsterdam where the smell of humanity rules it must be that crazy homeless centre De Tweede Mijl or was it De Tweede Kwijl, a nick given by its many homeless, drug and alcohol addicted clientele, in the heart of the old Amsterdam neighborhood called the Jordaan...
smelly unwashed feet in a plastic bowl of soapy luke warm water, thin walked socks like yecky yecky after a whole night of forced marching around the streets and alleys of the Dutch capital, motorbike police in hot pursuit, making sure the "homeless of the failed Dutch Knuffelkultuur" - basically speaking, give them dole for the rest of their life and watch the outcome in the longer run. Father State taking care of the losers of society and making merit to its own Kharma in the process - won't have a couple of much needed sleep on a park's wooden bench...
Their dole money gone the moment it hits their bank accounts, a few days of heavy drinking and the local crack dealer waiting around the corner for the next call on his cell, and Adios it is to that meagre amount of worthy paer that was supposed to last all month, enabling you to buy your daily supplies.
But at least these misguided volunteers from the Dutch hinterland, the Netherlands bible belt, always willing to do their own little Kharma improvement, free coffee and brakkish soup, a stale sandwich fried egg and mouldy cheese...
Yeah, the smell of humanity is rife here where I try vainly to laddle down my Appie Heyn donated soup, surrounded by street people dressed in dirty rags that haven't seen a washing machine for weeks, if not months!!!
Didn't the Dutch cabinet go down the political drain last weekend due to that blond dyed nutcase populist poilitician called Geert Wilders?...don't worry, it ain't important to the De Tweede Mijl clientele...their only worry is their cherished dole money, how much longer till the next payday...