Ka-pow

Cocorosie turned out to be a perfect soundtrack to strolling around Amsterdam. Toy dinosaurs roaring, bells clinking, tiny but very concentrated, like the city itself. Amsterdam is a city with a very very short attention span: it repeats itself every hundred meters or so. Never in my life have I seen so many H&Ms and McDonalds' on one single street. This, it seems, is also part of the attractiveness of the city for tourism: it instantly hits you with everything it has (because it has it everywhere) making it not even necessary to know where you are going - miss one place and there would be another one just like it in a couple of blocks ahead. But yes, Cocorosie. And who else could sing "Well, it's not Yugoslavia. It's not Yugoslavia at all" in a such excruciatingly sweet manner.