Overlooking dazzling Geneva – Fall 2012.
I have written several love letters to Amsterdam. It was the first serious relationship I ever had. I had had some kind of a fling with Rome whom I had met just a few months before meeting Amsterdam. And there was Paris, but that time I was too young to consider anything more than admiration towards her. But Amsterdam was my first one. At the age of seventeen just a few days before moving to Swaziland she gently dazzled my senses with freedom & dreams that come true. I got to know her quickly; she was unreserved and even seven years and dozens love stories later I think she might be still the most unrestrained person I have ever come across in my life. I smelled the signature smell of hers soon enough after exiting the railway station but no one seemed to be bothered.
Two women were sitting on the bench across the main square, holding hands and whispering sweet nothings; masses strolling through the streets where behind the window there were no clothed mannequins but real people without much to wear; families, horny men, transgenders, a tourist group from China, elderly women in their pension, stoners, high school kids and whatever kind of a person you are able to imagine will be found in Amsterdam and most probably all of them in the same street. continue reading →