I ended up walking into a wierd art experiment. As I walked in I saw an old mate 'edward' who had been living in the squat that I had stayed in five years ago, in Amsterdam. He reminded me that during the three weeks I was there I had been involved in three evictions, had been on the Telly, and evaded several 'secret' police officers. According to edward I had also become a local hero by holding back three dutch riot cops by myself.
What tripe.
What tripe.