Going to a Dutch Class
I attended a Dutch class at 9 am. The weather has been stable these days. I sat down in a seat, and then another student came in. A man complained to me because he had been sitting in that seat for over a year. The teacher, Heidi, said it was no problem and that everyone could sit anywhere. I thought, “What a self-assertive person he is.” Other students all gave him a look of exasperation. In the evening, I went to the bar My Way. Ruud gave me a beer, and I gave him one too. When I was about to leave the bar, Anjo also offered me a beer. I accepted his nice offer. In the end, I had five kinds of beer. I re-cooked the curry sauce and ate it with instant rice. It was not so bad. I fell asleep just after 10 pm and had a super deep sleep.
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- Going To A Dutch Class I attended a Dutch class at 9 am. The weather was stable these days. I sat down a seat then another student came in. Then a man complained me because he sat down a seat over a year. The teacher Heidi said it is no problem every one can seat any seats. I thought what a self-assertive person he is. Other students were all gaave him a look of exasperation. In the evening, I went to the bar My Way. Ruud gave me a beer and I gave him a beer also. When I was going to leave the bar, Anjo also offered me a beer. I accepted his nice offer. In the end, I had five kind of beers. I re-cooked curry sauce and I ate it with an instant rice. It was not so bad. I fell asleep just after 10 pm. I got a super deep sleeping time.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
