A Super Long Day
I woke up at 3 am. Two days ago, the crypto market had an insane crash. It was the worst wave of liquidations ever, but my situation was not affected. I visited the church to attend Sunday Mass. Around 4 pm, a new flatmate, an Indian woman, arrived to move in. She had an unbelievable amount of stuff, and two people came to help her move. I noticed a slightly bad smell from them. She also brought a huge spice case, and I worried she might turn the house into a little India. Later, I visited the bar Stiefel. The bartender, Ivon, told me that after her neck surgery, she can no longer move her neck properly. I felt sorry for her. For dinner, I cooked discounted chicken fillet with vegetables. I went to bed right after 9 pm and read a book for a while.
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- A Super Long Day I woke up 3 am. Two days ago, Crypto market has insane crash ever. It was the worst loss of liquidation. However, my situation was not damage. I visited the church to attend Sunday mass. Around 4 pm, new share mate who is Indian woman has arrived to live. Her staff was crazy many. Two people came to help her moving. I felt a bit bad smell from them. Also, she has big spice case. I worred if she would made kind of little India. I vivisted the bar Stiefel. A bartender Ivon told me, after getting neck operation, she can not rolling her neck. I felt sorry about that. I cooked discounted chicken fillet with vegetables for dinner. I went to bed just after 9 pm and read a book for a while.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
