"We with our department from other six buildings and we growing for King of Thailand investment. You and my work with Thailand in my collateral balance. The richest of uncle Henri from Luxembourg I inherited like you did not knew my friend died in bad circumstances and I took her place in the city."
"It is ok. Because I never did I do speak Dutch when I like and everything is mine. Maybe Dutch are lucky I can speak their language."
"Maybe ours?" I rub her stomach. "Ja."
"Therefore... We have our Roosendaal Journal here." We laugh in laughter enjoying the truth.
"I sit a part you will be writing in your novel?" .
"Yes love. You can see late at night before I go to sleep. I write my notes to empty my hand head before I sleep."
"I know now why you wrote uncle Henri than a Prince. It is your liability like a public body the statements you make."
En ineens
"Yes. I twist the words not to reach higher problems like the President from Ukraine started the war and committed suicide half of Ukraine and half of Europe. It is why I do not want them."
"Why?"
"It is because I am Prince of Luxembourg and I can speak Dutch."
"You have other reasons?"
"We have bread on table thinking about bread and cheese when pallet of euros is sitting next to us we cannot see it living every day."
"Dankuuu...You remind me the local culture. I feel the dragon throwing flames when we swap our cultures inside."
(4 last pages Dutch language understanding.)
twaalf
(8 pages about rapist from Poland who had rotten in-between and raped a female from Belgium. He was logistics warehouse forklifter and sexually not normal guy from Poland who masturbated seeing his President Duda and Prime Minister Tusk. He decided not to watch TV and Polish slut left to rape Belgium-French female but his dick did not stood up one she resisted. He killed her.)
(About Mauriciu. He was psychological loser from Belgium and French. He was African shower wash and had black hair to suit his black face mask. His slide in cream and protection. He raped Belgium females by their door asking themselves. Why they looked from their in-betweens near their doors when they drunk fall in from their front doors. When Audrius Razma. Antwerpen City Kontrolier walked up to him for copying his identity broke its neck and like abortion anomaly left in large black bin bag for Antwerp Romania City Service in Grokte Marktto squeeze him to tomato juice. He left with his black backpack to learn about him and show to girls near the river. What garbage Belgium-French guy. Who with his French Proximus sim-card could not find life in Paris.)
al sneller
(A thief from Poland and rwo Jacob Witness.)
"I did remember when I was street journalist and repaired my bicycle on train. One passenger read online about my dead girlfriend in Enschede. He passed me a tissue to wipe oil of the bicycle. It was a very kind act from him. He was Dutch in Netherlands."
was sterker dan de zijne
Audrius Razma
Roosendaal Journal
Dutch Lifestyle and Culture Case
"I was planning to get drunk rather find crack amphetamine in Polish guy water. The day at work was wild."
"Adris Alex. I am changing my personality for you."
"Ja. Anna Ammelie. I met one guy from Poland. Who bought me chicken and shared wine with me because I was slumped in the street corner. He stole silver 135 euros hand bag from Antwerp shopping street and gold frame glasses. When trying to sell his stolen news. I felt far adventure and decided to follow him."
"Wat? What?"
"Yes. He left me a bottle of water. I thought I end up dead. It was dead strong drink."
"Really?"
"Yes. Anna Ammelie. He offered to sleep in his tent rather with you."
"That's why you look like from this so called crackhouse. You have your friends selling bricks of white gold and six shooters for not murder packet with 15 bullets 700 euros."
"Yes. I did not told this Polish guy because he refused to acknowledge he is Russian."
"Wat? What a covered."
"Ja. He took me to a street corner where you can get good stuff and tried to sell his goods. He only got 4 euros for the handbag and nearly caused a street fight."
"It is always like you." She l8cks her fingers to mimick our neighbours. The cream look good.
"You know I have Private Investigator licence to be good at street journalism."
"The water probably tasted good?" Her sweet smile feels my affection.
I start to laught with her humour.
"You know the other day when I was recovering from the drink from Poland. I was in other side of the city catching my sunshine smelling like shit. Then two Jacob Witness approached me politely asking me to find a good conversation and company of friends in Religion EXPO Ghent. I received a very nice and well printed is Germany leaflet. I told them I was already interviewed by the street journalists because I just permanently moved to Antwerp."
"Congratulations! With the full time job. I know you do better than these two Polish interns in Netherlands writing about the organised crime. I love you are culture and lifestyle journalist."
"Thanks. One was from Sweden with same ancestry as me one was from Portugal."
"Did they looked cute?"
"Yes. I told them I smell like shit and after my adventure. I am trying to recover under sunshine. I said to them I have silver crucifix from Pope Franciscus. When I received it in London. They could not believe it. But I decided to stay without religion. Understanding the theological texts reading as philosophical advice..."
"Blablabla..." This made me smile.
We both start to laugh like I told them. I could arrive to convention. Unless I must work as I would spend the money I have. When other business arrived I had to travel for 24 hours to Den Haag to Embassy of Sweden letter box for United States of America to deliver payment slip and to the Russian Federation Embassy. It is one guy cycled 3 hours from Antwerp to Brussels. He found me a nice female to by my business partner and good frame to fit few of my children with mean look. I would look good and smiling on the street. While she drops stares of death. I fell in love and feeling to leave Anna Ammelie. The largest reason. My virtual business partner delivered my information. I confirmed offline but forgot the payment part. Therefore I will arrive personally myself from Antwerp to place 30000 euros request to her father for her. My job does not allows me as licensed journalist to receive reward payments. When I don't know what is going on with my life. I am trying to write this book I have to visit embassies letter boxes to ask politely questions how to write business drama with spies of corporate and industrial espionage. It felt great I felt free in my real life than writing these memoirs.
^.^
The other day I left to Den Haag to pay up one guy payee because him cycling from Antwerp to Brussels Russian Embassy. He shared my information and Belgie guy forgot his payment planned with many gangs, groups and Russians.
I took train to Den Haag to confirm extra information and made a new case about my French servant of Luxembourg. I decided to punish her again for looking after her would be easy. It is my job even I have the crest of Luxembourg monarchy. I am the prince.
Anyways. When I left Russian Embassy feeling I will have paid child here in Antwerp. I found black fishing chair bag! It was called Froyak and a lot of missing identity items. With the message take it to the Sweds.
On my planned route to the Swed Embassy. I decided not to claim myself assassin of SAPO agent. Therefore I wrote a note. Maybe it is yours in my created Swedish. I am Audrius Razma. It was written in Dutch.
The official USA request. I hope will be granted. When we will find a good cleaner to wipe the blood from city square. Because if I will not see it. I will never make a payment for my past. You better make payment like this.
When I was walking. I knew I will make a quick sale of CIA property for us to share given by USA President. But I am not this type of guy to wait with the keys outside. I bought Herzog Jan wedding champagne and offered to her with who I shared the drink and the set of keys. I then gave her to live with me in Antwerp. You have to find the place and find me with the car in the city driving FIAT to live with me.
It is ok Dutch spy to live with me and be my business partner while I will live with my girlfriend somewhere else.