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1500, the big bells of the St. Jan just rang. First sit of the day at the City steps of the Raadhuys. Rolled a joint, opened the first can of beer: Birra Moretti.
The firesquad, I guess from all over Brabant has a practice in the center. The terraces are full, the cloudy air feels fine. Finally, a little bit relaxed myself.
So yeah, what do I do all day on a day like this. First of all, I went to organise a pirate shit where I crashed yesterday, as it was a mess.
On the way there, I saw that AFCA is visiting our local Stadium at Saternday Night. We could hit them hard and push the club further into their political mess. Which should be fun. Always a mess there in their organisation and that translates to the field.
This pirateship lies closely to the Traditional Blond and its called the Barrabossa. It also includes a power loading possibilities and the option to sit dry in the Office. Found the small bottle of Rum there, still with two sips in it, which obviously was shot.
Then I visited the Gemeentehuis to load up the phone, publish the articles written yesterday and checked some news.
I read about the Okrainian offensive making steady progress, yet, also checked the alternative to see if that is right, and that one concluded they are pouring thousands in a ‘meetgrinder’. They concluded from official yet obviously not yet published numbers that from the 100 recruits in the army now around 20 lives.
That is a devistating number as it means a loss of men and women of 80(!!!!)%.
Fafancullo.
Anyway, the war president comedian is doing a great job begging for more resources in America.
Also, chanced clothes at the pirateship as fresh is always better.
Next, I walked up to the center and Library to grab some water, but time for the papers was not a priority.
Just now, two beautiful young Ukrainian girls just came back from the City on their bikes to come home. Around twenty war refugees live in the old Mayor’s house just here, which is good for them.
Not to be rude or anything, but many, many Dutch live in the streets as there is simply not enough living houses and no one with a mind that functions can and wants to pay a rent of 1200.
Anyway, then, bought some energy cans and III. Amstel 33ML and II. Birra Moretti, took a look on the paper headlines, saw Ernst Kuyper (the ‘health’ minister) talking on a press conference (for a second and did not hear one word, bleh) and decided I needed to sit for a second, write a daily.
Round one. The day is still young.
