Gino is the reason I had the opportunity to live in the Netherlands. He is living the dream in New Orleans now.
And then there is Karel. The infamous guy who biked me on his broken bicycle while I had to carry my bag of puke many miles in Amsterdam after I made the mistake of combining Absinthe, Alcohol and pure weit joints. He finally made it to America and this time it was I who rode him on the tandem around my city. No puke involved.
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