A disturbing phonecall

I am not too worried about the Anne Frank House's short queue of visitors today, maybe not so many customers any more these days for my Indian Games, but at least I can engage myself once more with my jars of acrylic paint, get this familiar feeling back in my fingers when I touch those stained old paint brushes, not minding too much the mess that is the basic of my existence any way, not much preoccupied with the smell of old or fresh paint any morning I wake up...

Not even really disappointed when a good friend phones to cancel our beer drinking session at Cafe De Wildeman - Kolksteeg Drie if you fancy to check out this popular bar right in the city centre of Amsterdam - after all rumour has it Nongshao Phom is in the city tonight and if I can believe a certain phonecall from Holland's deep south disturbing my mental peace today's afternoon while selling Indian Games again, she might well decide to have a beer there herself...the last person I need to see...