Where they sell books and I used to come pick her up after her class.
July 21st, 2013, 6pm
It was 29°C with clouds and visibility OK. The breeze was light.
It was a september in the 90s. I was new in Amsterdam and she studied Spanish in the university. I went to pick her up after class and we would bicycle back, her riding and me on the back. We went home where we would cook dinner and listen to music while I drew her. This tunnel was the entry where I waited. Old men sell books, still today, mainly humanities and pockets. I thought of this place as a magic one, taken straight out from a film.
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First let me apologize for being obvious here is just that after reading to my friend Luis Mendo who recently wrote a piece "Never walk alone"
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