Amsterdam at night

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In ‘the streets of Amsterdam’ nothing is quiet, nothing is ever calm. Everything moves as the water is always moving, a continuous movement, developing ideas and ideals, like the numbers that have no end… counting up and down. And the night never comes, because no one ever sleeps and nothing is real, nothing is what it seems. Maybe everything is fake and no one belongs there. No one belongs here anyway, or anywhere. We are just ‘passing by’… Like tourists in a big city, observing and enjoying the Red Light Districts of the world.

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