in class experiments :
(30 min – collect ‘random’ digital or physical artifacts – tell their story)
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cyrilla:
Er stürzt ein.
Recently I went shopping in the old city centre of Amsterdam. I locked my bicycle in front of the ‘Bijenkorf’ on the Dam square. I heard the bells of the Beurs van Berlage. Strange, I had never heard them before. They sounded irregular and slow. I walked to one of the revolving doors of the department store and tried to open it. It did not cooperate. I took the other door, but again I didn’t manage. A security guard saw me and rushed to help me. When he pushed his shoulder against the glass, the door started turning. Sorry, I said. A man behind me started to laugh. The security guard said rapidly: “it is not because of her, everyone has trouble with this door. The doors have already been repaired, but they still don’t work properly. Have a nice day”. I walked along the cosmetics department in the direction of the escalator. A blend of freshly sprayed fragrances approached me. Heavily made up girls sprayed passing customers. I stopped in front of the subtle eye shade colours of Yves Saint Laurent, the deep red lipstick of Dior and the porcelain like foundation of Guerlain. I forced myself not to buy it. I took the escalator to the second floor, women’s clothing. At that time I heard an enormous blast and the noise of falling glass. People were screaming. The escalator stopped. A long glass wall had fallen down and shattered. I rushed down the escalator towards the exit. There was glass everywhere. At the revolving doors a lot of people were pushing. I had to run away, I thought of a terrorist attack. I ran to the other exit and saw EHBO’ers kneeling among bleeding people. I managed to get out. The bells kept on chiming strangely. Quickly I took my bicycle and cycled in the direction of the Rokin towards the Munt. The usually tranquil water near the Turfmarkt was now moving violently, waves hitting the quay. Canal cruise boats smashing into each other. Cyclists and pedestrians were looking and helped the tourists to get on the quay. In spite of my state of near-shock, I wanted to photograph this spectacle. I placed my bicycle at the munttoren. While I was locking my bike, a brick fell beside me. I looked up and saw another one falling down. I ran in the direction of the Vijzelstraat. At that moment shouting men with helmets came from the subway station that was under construction. They shouted in German, weg da, geht da weg. Er stürzt ein, der Tunnel. Sirens approached. A couple of meters away, police cars, fire trucks and ambulances stopped. There were flashing lights all over the place. I ran to a tram stop. Panting and with beating heart, I stepped onto Tram 5 homewards. In the tram I started thinking: I should have known, this would happen. It just hit me. Once I saw a large black mass in a breach under my house. It smelled like sulphur. I touched it and it felt like a cold watery substance. It rapidly crumbled apart. It was the soil, the same as the soil under the old city. Despite his weaknesses He had used his strength for ages to support the majestic historical buildings. But every little piece that had been drilled in his body, made him even weaker. Now I understood the slow and irregular chiming of bells, the revolving doors, the falling glass, the whirling water and the falling bricks. The digging of the subway tunnel underneath the old city was too much.
Slowly he collapsed.
A myth by Cyrilla Verkooijen
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pickles love traily by elize:
I discovered such a nice new idea in a gardensupermarket, its a traily to put in your garden against a sunny wall, even a wall in your room thats sunny will do. Well, what can you do with this growingtool.
You get the possibility to let pickles grow with only your love and care. Its important that you give enough attention to the pickles, because if they grow too fast they will get too big and heavy, so they will fall down out of your traily. Too much love will kill them in a way.
So a perfect dose will let them grow to a perfect size. Its an unusual way to let them climb higher and higher by giving them only your personal love and passion, but on the other hand its an easy way to develop your love and carefeelings and notice how much or little you have to give.
So try to find this picklewonder and you will fall in love.
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