Mashmour...from the street

So there he is...Mashmour, a total nutcare from somewhere in the Ethiopean highlans of Tigres, having come to Holland by way of Eastern Eupoe living in a tent for years in Poland, for the treasured asylum status somewhere in the midd-nineties last century. Always hanging out at night in front of the nightshop on the Wittekade here in Amsterdam-West...

Eventually he and Huessein stayed around, both of them serious head cases, suffering from severe war traumas, always boozing cheap supermarket beer with the Westerpark Brotherhood of Drunks, living on the dole, shoplifting bottles of Ruby Port, frequent coffee shop visits and house evictions.

Poor Mashmour ended up staying in a so-called Tokkie Woning, six two-room houses for those who absolutely don`t fit in with the rest of society on an abadoned lot at the end of my street.

Last I heard Mashmour got admitted in the Valerius Kliniek in Amsterdam-South, an asylum for the mentally insane....

Get a life Mashmour...sorry mate.