I am learning these days more than ever, the real value of personal indulgences. No control, invisible threats, world health concentrated in the hand of few lucky.
Last night I met a young couple from a “-stan” country. One about I do not know too much in particular but is not a positive example of something. For Europe, Amsterdam is like Las Vegas: you are coming to lose your minds, taste the forbidden substances, and experiment absolute freedom – one of the most potent stimulation. Most of these couples will use the Amsterdam Story in their intimate moments, things to be said when your children will ask you about the most adventurous time before family. For singles, what is happening here stays here. There is no reason to share about almost arresting time, or that sexual worker proves to be somebody else in the dawn light.
But my couple is not used to have such experiences, and they want all in a limited time. If the mind is searching for different realities, the body always fails to remain in this one, and the collective result is taking the form of brutal vomiting. Also, the smell. That kind of degradation smell mentioned by Herman Koch. You can kill on that smell.
In a time when the masculine part from my couple is admiring the ephemerality of his opera about excessive nature spread on walls and stairs, the female part is looking for solutions, decency, and remorse cleaning. I dedicate a long thought to what should I do in her situation? Maybe the “-stan” country culture is strong enough imprinted in people’s minds to apply one of the stupid reproach herd in a story about a mental disability marriage: you need patience. In time, he becomes different. Always he.
This week a few thousand couples will dedicate a memory space to Amsterdam Story moment. In time they will forget the details mixed with future events. Only one can not pass the time. That image of the animal level, that smell…