Perhaps the Albert Heijn was out of bread again.
I live on Molukkenstraat. Every day something wonderful or horrible happens outside my window. Sometimes its simple and real, other times I think perhaps an abscess from a shattered discarded brain is leaking imagination onto the street.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Screams and touching
Tonight a woman screamed bloody murder. Its strange when you can't understand what people are saying. You just hear the distress. She was taken out of the Albert Heijn and surrounded by police. She was putting up a big fight. At one point an officer attempted to take her into custody and she imploded and started screaming all kinds of horror. They took her away and then spoke to one other woman, patted her down and took her away as well.
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