First days of Spring.
Spring starts when the sun climbs over the roofs of my backdoor neigbours.
Last week – exactly a week ago- we were cheering:
The first ray of sun.
Last Sunday me and my friend Fred sat outside in the sun, for the very first time.
I took some pictures of silent witnesses; The white lines planes make.
High in the sky flying East.
I am here.
In the West.
In the South of the City: My Amsterdam
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