Rob and Elroy, Amsterdam ’79 I am eight years old and I have learned to stay at school during lunch. The guest family my mother pays has three sons, and I prefer not to go back there at midday. I prefer the girls who take the piss out of my exquisite table manners, my Burberry…
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The Holographer’s Atlas
Henk en Cees — Benidorm, winter ’89 By the time Henk and Cees arrived at the Sunset, I already had a name in town. La chica de los sombreros — the girl with the hats. It had started in Ibiza, with a purple one, and grown its own legend the way nicknames do when nobody…
“Chic & Covered Colonialism”
Someone asked me the other day, “What do you miss about your city (Amsterdam)?” I had to think deeply for a while until it popped: Sjaakie Swart. People who know about him would not immediately connect why, but of course, I will explain. For those who don’t know, Sjaakie Swart was a legendary Ajax football…
“Saviors, Songs & Sicilian Summers”
Melodies of Memory: From Creed to Sicilian Tarantellas The steam rises from my morning coffee, spiralling like musical notes into the air. Too hot to drink, I let my mind wander, weaving through memories like a skilled conductor through a symphony.Today’s melody begins with Creed, those titans of late ’90s rock who grabbed our souls…
The Memory Cartographer 