Chatting With the Bar Owner
I was not very active that day. I visited the bar Stiefel and talked with Maria. There was a stinky unfamiliar female customer. I told Maria that I felt cold, and she closed the door. However, she whispered to me, “She smells bad, that is why I had opened the door.” I told her that I am learning about Dutch political parties. We discussed immigrants, and she agreed with shutting the border and reducing the number of refugees. She showed me her thoughts on Google Translate, which said, “How do you distinguish between people who are real refugees and people who come here by chance (or just hoping for good fortune)?” I was astonished that she had such a fundamental perspective. For dinner, I cooked cheap organic chicken legs with a variety of vegetables. I also added leftover stamppot. I read books in bed and fell asleep around 10 pm.
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- Chatting With Bar Owner I did not so active that day. I visited the bar Stiefel. I talked with Maria. There was an stinky unfamiliar lady customer. I told her that I felt cold and she closed the door. However, she wispered me "She is stinky so I opened the door." I told her that I learn Dutch poritical party. We discussed about immgrants. She agreed with shut out the border and reduce the number of refugees. She showed me her though on Google translation, it says "How do you distinguish between people who are real refugees and people who come here by chance (or just hoping for good fortune)?" I astonished she has such an essential perspective. I cooked cheap organic chicken legs with variety of vegetables. I added leftover stamppot also. I read books in the bed and I fell asleep around 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.
