Friday and saturday I went to Amsterdam. I drank a triple coffe with Monica, whilst confronting our troubles; we finished on a even score, also because we did not have enough time, but I am confident I will win. At the end Monica said she was sorry, and that was really necessary.
After that I walked to Marco. An hour walk, which I made 50% longer, in a useless attempt to fit my memory with the canal reality of Amsterdam. We ate at an Indian restaurant, and it was delicious, only Marco's dish was better than mine. Then we played some Etory, a PS2 game cam-controlled. Funny. Finally we watched The Schnitzel Paradijs: a must see movie, where the culinary love for good foods joins a group of youngster towards the perfect receipt. A cult movie.
Sleeping was difficult at Marco. He gave me the wrong readings, which kept me awake and laughing. On Saturday we went to the FOAM. We watched a ugly series of unsharp pictures of pissing women, and finally discovered that upstairs there was an exposition of the World-Press Photo master class. That was impressive. A picture of this series was my favourite.
Marco knew exactly where the Foam is located, in a canal, close to the water, which allowed us to reach it in only 3 1/2 hours walking and after asking to the i-Tourist. On the way back we were exausted of walking, and it started raining, so we took a tram, and then another one, and another one, and then finally the right one. Luckily Marco has bougth a GPS, and promised to bring it with himself next time.
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