#yoorsworldtrip2021

The first time I visited Amsterdam was in the seventies of the last century. I was most impressed by the atmosphere that the then A'dam radiated. Together with a niece of mine I went to visit her older brother, a student who seemed to never get learned and who lived in a part of a stately canal house.
He didn't know we were coming by and we, in turn, had no idea what we were going to encounter. The stately fell softly to say what disappoints. Kris scratch were wooden slats timbered on the windows, the floor of the corridor after the front door was made of tearing cement, the walls were full of unclear gift graffiti slogans and an indefinable walm came to us.
'Is this all right?? Can we come here??'
I still hear myself asking after all these years. whispering. scared. Incredibly intimidated by the thronies of his lower neighbors. I also saw the doubt in the eyes of my otherwise always so tough niece twilight.
The stairs cracked. There were some steps missing, it was as if the whole climb was a warning. A hoarse panting voice asked us if we had anything with us. Intuitively, we did not react.
'Ad! Are you home? I need to!'
Dumble. Sliding heavy objects. One beam left half from the ceiling. Finally there was the astonished face of my cousin. He let us in his neatly furnished orange box apartment. In a corner on a bucket my niece was allowed to empty her bladder.
Ad then gave us a tour of his beloved Amsterdam. The canals, the many ships that sail through because it ran into sail Amsterdam, the poles, the busy bicycle traffic, the noise of the city, everything we liked, but we wanted to forget that stairwell and that bucket as soon as possible.

Creaking and squeaky