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At Rotterdam in Netherlands I made plenty of window friends I could reach out to them whenever I missed my own friends and near ones back home. The window facing the South unfolded the beautiful, enchanting river Masse. Its simmering and quivering depths reflected the multitudenal colours of historic city it nurses. The bright sunny days with clear blue skies Were often dotted with jets with gaseous, white, long tails Criss crossing randomly in all directions expressing the vastness of freedom and joy. The golden setting sun sprinkled the mature shades of orange and red and yellow in the reflective silver flows of the Masse, slowly admitting its failure to defreeze the lakes and snows around and to warm up the cockles of the easterlies which travel far from Russia on a typical winter day, before being engulfed by dark and grey clouds at the horizon like a surrendering fugitive. The act of humbleness of the mighty sun the only energy source of our universe betrayed the celeberative mood of the city lights which danced proudly on the flowing waters of Masse at night. The frame of the window facing the North helped me rendezvous with few more friends the historic church there stood in its monolithic glory kissing the sky with its long Needle thin tower its clock religiously reminding us of the duties that we had to perform, could not be missed by anyone. Looking down at the street below the empty red and yellow trams of RET curled in sleepily into their shelter at Strissenburgdwarsstrat for a well deserved rest after having served the varied commuters of the city of Rotterdam. Not too far in the distance beyond the red brick and brown brick roofs and amongst bare trees I could also spot a wind mill, its huge wings rotating leisurely ever challenging the winds to come faster. From either of the windows I could let my imagination fly and accompany the lovely seabirds to limitless ends the greyish white winged beauties were enticed closer to me when I opened the window panes with crumbs of bread for them, thrilling me with their aerobics. When I came back home from there, and met my native friends again I started to miss all these new friends of Rotterdam. RET: Rotterdam Electric Tram (Rotterdamse Elektrische Tram)

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Window Friends In Rotterdam

At Rotterdam in Netherlands I made plenty of window friends I could reach out to them whenever I missed my own friends and near ones back home. The window facing the South unfolded the beautiful, enchanting river Masse. Its simmering and quivering depths reflected the multitudenal colours of historic city it nurses. The bright sunny days with clear blue skies Were often dotted with jets with gaseous, white, long tails Criss crossing randomly in all directions expressing the vastness of freedom and joy. The golden setting sun sprinkled the mature shades of orange and red and yellow in the reflective silver flows of the Masse, slowly admitting its failure to defreeze the lakes and snows around and to warm up the cockles of the easterlies which travel far from Russia on a typical winter day, before being engulfed by dark and grey clouds at the horizon like a surrendering fugitive. The act of humbleness of the mighty sun the only energy source of our universe betrayed the celeberative mood of the city lights which danced proudly on the flowing waters of Masse at night. The frame of the window facing the North helped me rendezvous with few more friends the historic church there stood in its monolithic glory kissing the sky with its long Needle thin tower its clock religiously reminding us of the duties that we had to perform, could not be missed by anyone. Looking down at the street below the empty red and yellow trams of RET curled in sleepily into their shelter at Strissenburgdwarsstrat for a well deserved rest after having served the varied commuters of the city of Rotterdam. Not too far in the distance beyond the red brick and brown brick roofs and amongst bare trees I could also spot a wind mill, its huge wings rotating leisurely ever challenging the winds to come faster. From either of the windows I could let my imagination fly and accompany the lovely seabirds to limitless ends the greyish white winged beauties were enticed closer to me when I opened the window panes with crumbs of bread for them, thrilling me with their aerobics. When I came back home from there, and met my native friends again I started to miss all these new friends of Rotterdam. RET: Rotterdam Electric Tram (Rotterdamse Elektrische Tram)