the international student housing i am staying at has no internet and no phoneline besides the one payphone on the ground floor. it's like camping, in the netherlands (or neitherlands if you will). the building also happens to be a converted rest home. the walls are lined with railing for when we get tired. i'm learing to ride a bicycle. the dollar sags to new record low. my money is increasingly worthless here. everyone here is from another country and they try to communicate with each other in labored english. it's all quite isolating and terrifying. the french guys all look like Camus, and there is probably something cuter than french girls...