Amsterdam, 04 July 2012.
I suppose I could feel perfectly happy here, sitting in front of that daily endlessly long line of foreign tourists waiting to visit the world famous Achterhuis where that poor Jewish girl and here next of kin as well as some other poor souls who happened to be Jewish during the pogroms of Mister Hitlir's mad rule of Nasi Deutschland, were hiding....
Sun in my Dutch heavily tanned face, a customer every so often, people asking for directions in a multitude of foreign tongues, a model for my sketchbook maybe and the house's security guards greeting me politely whenever they walk past keeping a keen eye on the line of potential visitors for non welcome pickpockets...
But no, always somebody in this city disturbing the pease, a drunk Muslim in tradional garb, drunk as a skunk, holding on to his rusty bike for dear life or maybe just as an aide to keep him upright and screaming his head off about Geert Wilders, that anti-Muslim Dutch politician...
Or maybe how all Muslims want to marry their sisters so that no h*rny family outsiders will procreate with them and deliver a beating after the act for good measure...I guess that maarying your sister means serious inbreeding problems is beyond this King Alcohol induced Muslim fool....
Shit three times in a row, where are the Anne Frank Huoser security people when needed???