I want back to Amsterdam. I want to arrive in the middle of the night, in the pouring rain, not having a hotel room. I want to eat breakfast by the canals. I want to have my friends by my side. I want to experience stuff I've never experienced before. I want to be stoned. I want to walk around. I want my long hair back. I want to drink beer and smoke. I want to make dinner by the ocean. I want to have long ferry rides, and even longer car rides. I want to continue from there to Herzberg. I want to make platonic love with thousands of hippies. I want to meet new people. I want to run into old acquaintances. I want to listen to great music. I want to sit in mud whilst listening to The Original Wailers. I don't want to have a worry in the world. I want to feel, touch, see, hear, experience all I did last summer. And I want it now!