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Topic: Noz Update
Don't mock me...
As foreshadowing of a lost key story of my own 3 days later, here’s a little moment in Amsterdam.
The night before I flew out to Zurich, I was in the corporate apartments, I had a 5:30am cab arriving, and it was nearly midnight and I hadn’t eaten or packed. I ran out to get some food, and when I closed the door behind me and went to put my hotel keys in my pocket, I looked down to find my office keys in my hand! I flipped out. I didn’t have my phone on me, so I couldn’t call anyone, and even if I had a phone, it was nearly midnight and I didn’t know the numbers of anyone in Amsterdam.
I went downstairs to try to start knocking on random doors, and a Dutch girl in the apartment directly below mine eventually answered and let me in. Again, she was blonde 20-something kinda pretty, kinda plain – I think I’ve got some sort of weird cosmic pattern going. Too bad I’m neither single, nor into blondes in the first place. I crawled out of her window and scaled my way up to the floor above (giving my tum-tum a nasty scrape) and tried to get back in by slamming it from the outside while clinging to the railings without repelling myself backwards to my death or extreme discomfort. I’d have given my kingdom for a decent ledge to stand on.
When I gave up, she called the managers, made me dinner and a cup of tea, and sat with me while the lock-smith did his thing. We discussed yoga and meditation, culture and our careers. She did property law in Amsterdam and lived Thursday-Sunday in her real home in Freisland in the north. For dinner, she reheated me a vegetarian pasta dish.
When flipping out and totally berating myself for my own stupidity, fate would land me in the apartment of a new-age yoga chick who made me tea and said stuff like, “That kind of stress adds nothing, but takes away so much.”
“I have ahlways relahd on the kahndness of straynjahs”
