I cried in Amsterdam

I made my first trip to Amsterdam two days ago. Exactly two weeks after I arrived in Netherlands (read my article Apeldoorn, new town new life). I and my flatmate were munching freshly baked pastries at the lovely Bakker Bart on Stationsplein street. It’s walking distance to the station and we got nothing to do…

Apeldoorn, new town new life

I’m depressed. It’s been almost a week since my arrival here in Apeldoorn, Netherlands but it feels like a year already. I cry every day, not that kind of sappy tears though. I’m just deeply infected with a strange vision of no future, no hope. But it’s even weirder that I’m typing down depressed shit…