Saturday, August 31, 2013

Finished


Thursday, August 29, 2013

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

The mess of my other hobby

It is the usual mess again in my apartment when I return from my daily selling sessions at the Anne Frank House, still having that distinct feeling deep inside my Farang Phii that I carry that poor Jewish girl's fate with me every time I leave that Numero uno toursit hotspot here in my beloved mokum, cycling home through the old Amsterdam neighborhood called the Jordaan where nearly every inhabitant seems to know me sitting outside and enjoying the continueing good weather asking about my little one-man street business when I cycle by, my old and battered Mandala suitcase strapped to the back of my Raleigh Velo , "how many Indian Games today, Hans?" often ringing in my ears...

Back to my house in the Amsterdam Westerpark where the mess of my other hobby is awaiting me, stained brushes and jars of acrylics, half finished artwork blocking my way, empty German beer cans and half full bottles of Mooi Kaap red wine, spray cans and unwashed dishes in my shower room...

Shit, I need to clean this mess before my imminent departure for Bangkok in just under three weeks...how will I explain this madhouse mess to Miss Andoo when she, hopefully, returns with me to the Dutch capital...

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

A new self portrait

The infamous and feared by many foreign tourists to my beloved Amsterdam long queue at the tourist hotspot Numero Uno, the Anne Frank House on the Prinsengracht, getting shorter every day, I can finally turn to other hobbies, freaking around with my jars of paint, my old and stained brushes having waited for what seems like ages but like an old mistress never complaining...

Maybe I should start with a self portrait...

Monday, August 26, 2013

15 years of Petting Zoo in Amsterdam Westerpark










15 years the petting zoo in Westerpark where I do my weekly Karma building has been in existence, much to the enjoyment of the neighborhood's children but also to many parents gratefull for a place where they can relax from the difficult task of parenthood while their precious offspring runs around having fun with other people,s loom of the hips...

Big part yesterday with well over 3000 visitors, hard work for us the volunteers and managers but when it is all over, our time have come for a well deserved beer and Vino Tinto...

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Charles The Menage

Amsterdam, 22 Aug. 2013.

I am in my own little kingdom again, packing production, making Indian Games by the sackfull but not really paying much heed to the world around me, customers coming over with these days not so doomed Euros in the tourist hand, no way I wanna stop the Indian Games production train by Gratis demos that cost treasured time and energy, a game made is a game sold after all in these high season days, long queue of foreigner tourists every day waiting to see that poor Jewish girl's hiding place during the Nasi's reign of terror nearly seventy years ago...

Hi Hao, or maybe HELLO in some Chinese dialect, needless to say it is Charles, the rich daddy's spoiled brat living around the corner onn the Keizersgracht, living it up on daddy's money, buying friendship and "respect" with the neighborhood's population of eternal losers, alcoholics and druggies from the Amsterdam city centre whose main interest in life is their cherished cheap Appie Heyn lukewarm beer, tabaco and crack which all comes cheap here in good old Mokum and is supplied free of charge by the local taxpayer's dough, read the social welfare department here who even puts these street crappers in social projects rewarding them with even more taxpayer's dough and Cervezitas Gratuitas...hard to believe but then this is Holland where the Dutch Cuddle Culture is legendary...

No Bonus for my hard voluntary work at the petting zoo two days a week, nobody paying for my dentist bills or my street licence here at the Numero Uno tourist hotspot in  the Dutch capital, no city council project helping me out with bills and supermarket needs though rumour has it there is even a subsidy for Mulimas who wanna learn how to fold head scarves, no kidding here...

And then, on top of all this is this rich man´s spoiled brat who likes to buy respect and attention with the city´s most dirty and lost, disturbing my hard work and metal peace, bragging about his latest trip to Tokio - paid by Dad´s money, remember - and his knowledge of Asian tongues like Chinese and Japanese...

Yeah, I can really do without Charles The Menace today..

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Oral discomfort

I have never felt happy sitting in tne Dentist's chair and "enjoy" the pleasurable attentions of a Chinese born female tooth magician, oral discomfort to the absolute max, and trying hard to concentrade on the trails and jubilations of my life - anything to forget the horror of a canal treadment, yeah, keep the mouth wide open and the mind even wider -  and all that just mere days after my birthday, HBD wishes from all over the place but none from the family I left behind all these years ago...

At least my dendist is female and oriental, pretty in a strange sort of way though the pain she is causing me might well have something to do with my not so possitive judgement here...sure as hell I would have rated her beauty well over one hundert procent higher sitting opposite her in one of my favorite restaurants down town but then SHE IS MY DENTIST, remember?

At least she is female and reasonable good looking , not like that tooth monster a good friend told me about mere days ago, in the possession of a loog unruly beard, male of course, and hardly understandable though MOUTH WIDE OPEN open was pretty clear, also the fact that this tooth monster wanted all his old filling - done by his former dentist - out and his own mouth work - read his own fillings - in, I will write out the check, mate, coming out of that bushwack surrounded tooth monster's mouth just as clear as the aforementioned MOUTH WIDE OPEN!!!

Yeah, my disturbed mind only wants to concentrade upon the negative facts of my fucked-up mind being in this reclyning chair nobody in his right mind really enjoys leaning down in, however comfortable it might be...


Chock Sagh Ol, or maybe thank you in the Azerbaijan tongue

Chock Sagh Ol! Apperently it means "Thank You" in the AzerBaijani tongue, this young kid explained to me.

Well, in tha case Chock Sagh Ol for doing me the honor of buying one of my highly appriciated Indian Games today and adding your nationality to a growing list of foreign customers here outside the Anne Frank House exit, my young friend from Azerbaijan.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Hello and Namaste, happy customers from India.

Hello and Namaste today to these happy customers from New Delhi, India.

Thx for the pics and I hope you enjoy your stay in my city, ladies.

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Me and Ashley

Me and Ashley from Connecticut, another happy customer today at the Anne Frank House.

Friday, August 9, 2013

Israeli visitors at the Anne Frank House

Abba, Abba, or maybe Iema, Iema, Israeli children calling exitedly for their parents, harsh and guteral screams disturbing my mental peace, teenage kids kicking empty Coca Cola cans, not bothering much about where they kick them or who happens to be in the way - you are in Israeli territory here at the world famous Anne Frank House after all - skipping the endlessly long line of foreign tourists from all over the world waiting patiently to see Anne's hiding place during the reign of German Nazi germany - we are Israeli after all, we can do as we please -

Hunderts of them each day, always wanting a discount for my ridiculously cheap Indian Games, no respect for my handicraft, disstructiveness is their second nature...

Maybe time to go home and enjoy a cold beer instead of having to put up with this shit...