Supermoon and Steemfest memoirs are high jacking my home page while I scroll down mechanically. My breath is synced with Amsterdam’s pulse; I really miss the sound of its heart beating. Maybe I really needed this trip after all. But apparently it was not enough. My escapism is turning red, I should be feeling great but instead all I want to do right now is bring the surrounding walls down. The secretary is reminding me of all the things that I’ve left behind and all the meetings I got to attend but her words bounce back to her. My eyes are focused on her over-colored lips that move spastically and completely out of my rhythm.
Just go away, let me decompose on my desk.
I am trying to read through my 154 unread emails, but lovely faces and funny usernames flash before me. Hangover scenes are set in re-play mode and unconsciously I get a guilty smile on my face. A colleague notices. He grabs his coffee and a stroopwaffle from the travel pack I brought from the airport and sits on my guest chair.
You seem to have had an interesting time in Amsterdam… the others come round too. I would like to tell them all about it, but… my corporate suit is restricting me. I opt for a cliché.
What happens in Amsterdam, stays in Amsterdam.
Even what happened with the Awards?
I lost by a sex scene
We told you to stop painting this dark esoteric stuff.
Point taken. Though I still believe the process was rigged. I was supposed to lose by ! hopefully I am right otherwise I will have bullied poor
for nothing - and he is really a nice guy.
My colleagues want to know more.
I want to tell them about my good friend , who is actually the best friend of the whole cryptocurrency community. Definitely a blessing for me.
I want to tell them about the multitalented organizer who went way beyond of what was expected from him, or the low profile CEO
who attracted everyone around him.
My old time favorite Steemer whose attitude and behavior justified my high opinion of him, but also my new favorite
whose posts are successful but not quite close to the extremity of his intelligence and whit; I glued on this guy like a bloodsucker.
I want to tell them about the Greek clan, my closest steemit friend and supertalented artist with who I could communicate just by looking at him, the fun photographer
and the other photographer Spyros aka
.
Our witnesses; the grand and his wonderful wife Maria who were the quite steemforce in this whole event, the brilliant
and the charming Norwegian
.
I want to tell them about the Fantastic Two renegades and
who spread their amazing energy wherever they go, the inspiringly good
who can effortlessly convince you to leave your comfort zone to go after the unexpected, but I also want to tell them about the kindest smile on the blockchain
who I caught off-guard when I kissed both his cheeks as per Greek custom!
I want to tell them – no, I want to show them our , and my wonderful cuz
who I dragged down to Amsterdam to spend some quality time together and in the end I parked her to a bunch of Steemers and did my own thing. I think she had fun though; as an aspiring photographer she had a lot to share with super-interesting
and our own photographer
. Not to forget
who is also a fellow krav-maga practitioner and Spartan racer! And there are so many others worth to talk about, but for the moment I think I’ll just send them back to their desks.
I’ll show you a video tomorrow
I haven’t slept for three days and I am missing the sound of its heart beating.
153 e-mails to go.