So, where to start, when there is so much to say? I think I'll start from the beginning...   Remember I mentioned, in a very subtle way, that I found a new apartment at Leidseplein? Well, as it turns out, the guy from the agency, Mr. S, and I agreed...

It was a Sunday morning like many others. Cars driving on the street outside, birds being fried on the power lines, old women tripping, falling, and breaking their coccises. A normal morning.

Maybe it was the thought of getting done with my latest...

When the following dialog takes place in front of you:

- Hey dude, do you have a minute? - Sure, just give me a second.

...at blowing up stuff. I saw some wicked things in my life, but few compare to experiencing a war zone scenario. And that was the case with the last day of the year in Amsterdam. I mean, there were people shooting rockets at buildings, cars, canals,...