A Sluice of Life

October 5th, 2012

I’m still in the Netherlands trying to account for further missing items from my fast diminishing store of belongings. Europe and the U.S. are certainly crime ridden when travellers can’t hold onto communication devices or other media. Thus far, I’ve lost laptops, a word processor, cell-phones, headphones, MP-3 players/voice recorders and documents of various kinds. Some losses took place in airports including one where my suitcase arrived without even the lock still attached to it. Others happened in more common locales such as motels, hostels and libraries. You just can’t take your eyes off of important items and I’m down to zero in terms of further disposables in my life.

Nonetheless, the scenery has been beautiful and the diversity of the people in various states and countries is simply worth the view all by itself. Here, the concept of a city on water (everyone walks on the water here), preserved by a system of brilliantly engineered canals (sluices, pronounced ‘slices’ as for pizza) is a key port of entry to Europe. As an American refugee, taking a break from the pressures of life and death in the U.S.A., there is a sense of camaraderie with the huge numbers of immigrants who have passed through these streets before me. It’s a huge help for someone who lives in the future and I’m about to share some of the details of the present with you which hold us all back from looking forward.

It’s hard to believe that the North Sea is so close.

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