Crying In Bed
I searched for the best financial strategy in the morning and realized that my current one was not efficient. I found a better strategy that could bring me to the next stage. Eventually, I did not go to the Dutch language class taught by elderly volunteers. In the evening, I went to the bar Stiefel and met Tessa, whom I had met a long time ago at the bar My Way. I had forgotten her face, but she remembered mine. I tried to recall and asked her, “Oh, you work at city hall, right?” It was correct. I bought her a glass of white wine. I left earlier than usual because I had a part-time job the next day in Amsterdam. I had a tortilla wrap with tomato sauce that I had cooked before going out. I went to bed before 9 pm and lay there with my eyes closed, thinking for a while. I felt nervous, sad, emotional—something like that. I cried a lot and fell asleep just before 9:30 pm.
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- Crying In The Bed I searched for the best financial strategy in the morning. I found that my current strategy was not efficient. I found a good one and it could bring me next stage. Eventually, I did not go to the Dutch language by volunteer elder people. I went to the bar Stiefel in the evening. I met Tessa who I met long time ago. I forgot her face but she does. I tried to scratch my memory and I asked her "Oh, you work at cityhall, right?". It was bingo. I gave her a glass of white wine. I left there earilier than usual because I have a part-time job next day in Amsterdam. I had tortilla wrap with tomato sauce that I cooked before I went out. I went to bed before 9 pm and I shut my eyes and thinkig for a while. I felt nervouse and feeling sad, emotional or something. I teared very much and then I fell asleep just before 9:30 pm.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
