The world is quite. You can barely breathe. In a minute the music will fill the room with all its power. It will make your body float to the beat of the drums. An annoying "buzz" from the lights is constantly reminding me where i am. The heart beats against my breast, as if it's trying to escape. Now.. NOW it will begin!
At a gas station (which nobody knows) is a phone booth. The sharp light makes every little thing near it to surrender. So many questions. Who have used it? When? And maybe, why? I turn of the flash and pushes down, the little silver button, on my camera. "KLKZ" a sharp, but silence sound.
The streets in Edam is quiet. Tourist season is not yet to come, and the city is silently breathing. The small houses is leaning over me, every window on the long strait road is calling me. Constantly in the need of my attention. They overwhelm me. My dad leads me through a little street, away from the noisy windows. Finally i got the time to look at those, who shuts up, maybe in protest? Pas op! "Schrikdraad" They got my attention, as they always wanted to. They make me get my camera. Watch out! "fence"
The road is long and straight, no way back, only forward. The car drives with who-knows-how-many-miles an hour, just driving. Outside the window, the world is passing by. I close my eyes, and let the motors purring kiss my ears.
A little house on the end of the street. A sign pointing the way. The house in Edam. The perfect or unperfect windows beautifully framed, just like the door. Wrong. But in a right way. The lamppost makes the scene perfeckt. "KLKZ"
Two wheels. One steering. The best iron horses is the elder versions.
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