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Amsterdam isn’t Paris

I arrived in Amsterdam on a grey day. Although predictable, I didn’t know about weather conditions, as I had never set foot here. Until today I stubbornly try to ignore all the knowledge which seems irrelevant to me. For one reason or another, I’d always been a little contemptuous of weather forecasting, as a superficial and extremely boring subject. That’s why I hadn’t think of that haze.

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