Holland, Amsterdam,06 Sept. 2010.
I still sell my games quicker as I can possibly make them...still I feel more relaxed these last days of summer, sitting outside the Anne Frank House ignoring the senseless remarks, the stupid jokes of Mister Big Director, aka The Practical Joker and specialist on Amsterdam humor though he seems totally unaware he is liked by nobody on Westermark, banned repeatedly from entering the Anne Frank House but selling his Amsterdam prints like sweet pancakes, claiming them to be all originals like the Russian mop he buys them from and who sell them on Leidseplein and Rembrantplein, but in reality computer outprints that cost little more then the cheap paper they are printed on...
I ignore his repeated female unfriendly remarks on tourist Hembras walking by, his outright screams concerning mean and money-tight Germans, French or whatever nationality refusing his prints on the grounds of too expensive prices....
Instead I concentrate on Nong's sweet voice talking an endless array of erotic promises inside my Farang skull, reminding me of the lifetime bond between us despite her commitment to Per, her Norwegian sugar daddy...
I concentrate on the Amsterdam urban world around me, slowing down on the Mandala games production, making sketches of Bloemgracht at the other side of the Prinsengracht, my markers and pens strewn all around me, mixing with my Mandala wire, my colored beads and pairs of pincers - my Mandala production equipment, You know - and a certain proof of my chaotic life...
As always when I sketch a crowd is quick to gather and in the end I sell 13 games and feel happy enough with my sketch of Bloemgracht houses and bridge.
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