A Melancholy Sunday Mass
I attended Sunday mass. I did not know why, but I felt the priest’s teachings were noisy and the mass felt shorter than usual. I went to the bar Stiefel in the evening even though it started raining hard. People were watching F1 and the inside was packed. I had to sit at a table, which was not very comfortable, but the bar owner distributed snacks to customers. I got bitterballen, which is my favorite. It was tasty. Eventually, I had a happy time as usual. I cooked tomato spaghetti for dinner. While I was cooking, Vanshika, a sharemate, also started cooking next to me. I thought a foreigner does not care whether another person is there or not. I fell asleep just after 10 pm.
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- A Normal Sunday Mass I attended Sunday mass. I did not know why but I felt noisy about the priest's teaching and I felt the mass was shorter than usual one. I went to the bar Stiefel in the evening even though it strted hard raining. There were people watching F1 and packed inside. I had to sit a table seat. It was not so comfortable but bar owner distributed snack for customers. I got bitterballen which is my favorite. It was tasty. Eventually, I spent happy time as usual. I had tomato spaghetti for dinner. When I was cooking, Vanshika, a sharemate, also started cooking beside of me. I thought a foregner does not care other person exist or not. I fell asleep just after 10 pm.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
