Still alive!

We got captured by aliens. They made experiments with us. But we don't remember what exactly happened. Now we have stupid looking wires coming out of our body. But we are back in Amsterdam. And cheese is still not that cheap as we thought. "Holland, the country of cheese (and tulips)!" We thought there's a cheese flatrate here. Cheese All-you-can-eat offers. But it isn't so.

God, please give us a hammer to nail down that campaign! I mean, we've got the nails... and they are good... hurricane and tornado proof we would say. The pitch is giving us a hard time... May 16th is presentation day, so a stressful time is coming. We just made an idea of what cool things we could do in our spare time. When the day comes, we will write about what the idea was.

If you have a fetish for orange, if orange is the color of your desires, if you go crazy when you see orange, if you buy oranges not for eating but because of the color, if you prefer bengal and not siberian tigers, if you are sad that there aren't so many orange sweet peppers, if you are one of those who say that the color between red and green of a traffic light is orange and not yellow, if you wished to adopt a baby of an indian (native american) and chinese couple, and if you simply like orange a bit... then come to Holland on 30th of April!
The city is full of orange then, because it's Queens Day and people go crazy on boats and all over the city... we never saw such a huge city party with such a friendly atmosphere, though everybody was drinking. Soundbombing music from everywhere. Amsterdam was a mess after that. Knee-high rubbish. The dutch queen must be cool: allowing smoking pott and throwing a party of that caliber. Gonna thank her for that.

Around the corner is a small street where our favorite cafe is in. We spend there hours for concepting, eating and visiting our friend. His name is Pacino. We already have a deep relation-ship to him. We got an offer to join his clan. He had a mate, called Al. But that one got run over by a car. His favorite song was "You can call me Al" by Paul Simon. Pacino likes sitting on our laps... eating the rest of the tuna sandwich and talking about serious problems. Problems of men. The pic is him in his office when he makes plans of the next assassination on the next damn rat, and hands the mission over to Fat Cat (remember the fat cat with the shaved butt??).


Fat Cat is back!!! She is the puncher of Pacino. She has been to Italy making deals with Capone. We are lucky she came back without injuries. Fat Cat can knock you down. Easily. With its little finger... Don't cross her path when it's dark! The restaurant across the street is an "authentic italian restaurant" called Quattro Gatti (four cats). Of course that is just fake. In reality it is the headquarter of the Quattro Gatti gang: Pacino, Fat Cat and Rob&Bob. The payment is good. We start our job next week.

So far, so good...