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Post by Johan van Rijn on Apr 30, 2012 4:50:42 GMT -5
Today was one of Johan’s favourite days of the year. Or at least it would’ve been if he wasn’t stuck in this shithole. April 30th meant Queens Day in his country. It was the birthday of the queen. No, not anymore. It used to be the birthday of a queen. Once. Probably. Nobody really knew anymore, but neither did they care very much. It was the party that mattered anyway.
People would dress in orange, red, white and blue. But mostly Orange. The canals of Amsterdam were full of boats, no room to actually go anywhere with them, with people partying on them. There were huge parties all over the country, and everywhere could be found a flea market of sorts. It was awesome.
Even when he hadn’t been in the country at the day, he had always found a way to celebrate it. This time he wouldn’t be so lucky. Tough chance of him finding a flea market, a beer, or some recreational drugs in here. So instead he headed for the art room. If he couldn’t get drunk, he could at least surround himself with the colours of his country. The supplies they were given were pitiful, for fear that one might hurt themselves, though Johan managed to get his hands on paint, brushes and a canvas. He started painting, a landscape draped in the colours red, white, blue and of course orange.
While he was at it, he actually started to relax a bit. The ever present tension in his shoulders disappeared as he lost himself in the painting. He was rather good at this, too, even if you wouldn’t expect it from a guy like him. Like this he was able to block out this place and the nutcases that surrounded him.
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