My trip to the Netherlands: random pics and thoughts from the third world

in #travel7 years ago

The first sensation was of unreality.

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Of not being able to believe that they lived like this, everything so clean and tidy. I felt that they were pretending.

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That at any moment, when we turned the corner, we would find a Dantesque panorama of exclusion or violence, and then the mask would have fallen.

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Arriving at the hotel after long journeys, I sometimes get assaulted by the irrepressible need to run down the street, to verify that everything is still there.

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At other times I direct myself to the bathroom, to release long-held sphincters, while I meditate on the cultural differences so latent in such a crucible of races.

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Another frequent sensation is frustration and even anger, not so much by the observance of such a standard of life and relaxation in the Amsterdam population...

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... but rather by the low availability of the Wi-Fi network in the characteristic streets and channels, for the short life of my battery, and definitely because of the lack of well located plugs in our room.

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Separate paragraph for the impressive physical and possibly mental superiority of the Dutch races, so much the Aryan as the Black and the "Brownish". In here, it is a never-ending Benetton ad. A rainbow whose colors you really want to touch.

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I visited several times and I won't think twice, if I get the chance again and again.