(Fragment Chapter 11)


“Well, that was another big load of information,” Uncle Wim says.

We pass the door to my studio, which was actually the purpose of our walk. We’ll probably take a look at my painting later. A few feet further, I stop at ’t Kolkje, one of the oldest sea locks in the city. From the corner of one eye, I can see the door to my studio, from the other ’t Aepjen, one of the first bars in Amsterdam. It has a classic Heineken sign out front and is housed in a medieval, wooden building, one of the only two wooden houses in Amsterdam.



Zeedijk, Amsterdam