#northAmsterdam

[mybeerandme]

#Cloudwater DDH #Citra #Cryo #Ekuanot, finally had the chance to try this one, and the wait was totally worth. Probably one of the best beers of the month, super fruity (#grapefruit and #bloodorange ) and a great combination of malts, which can be spotted in the body and the malty-bitter aftertaste. At the #NDSM Warehouse in Amsterdam Noorth . #doubledryhopped #dryhopped #paleale #lego #northamsterdam #bitter (at NDSM) https://www.instagram.com/p/BocAvFyCxIr/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=rb96cca7shko

[franklong12]

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[alex-gold-art]

Нынче за окном пахнет осенней прохладой... Я люблю это время года. Время, когда не нужно ничего доказывать, к чему-то привыкать. Всё так, как оно есть. Время молчаливого примирения с разными цветами жизни. (с)Эльчин Сафарли #amsterdam #netherlands #амстердам #holland #2019 #trip #happynewyear #нидерланды #europe #travel #newyear #новыйгод #eurotrip #thenetherlands #january #mashatsigal #newyear2019 #christmas #holiday #winter #голландия #амстердам2018 #friends #traveling #нидерланды2018 #нидерландытрип #holidays #house #love #northamsterdam (at Amsterdam, Netherlands) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUzXboNg_eO/?utm_medium=tumblr

[bandanas99]

Untitled Future Project: 2 - The Walls

Ryla and I were transported by The Guard and his identically clad colleague in a locked cabin of a hover vehicle. I could not see whether the vehicle was being carelessly driven by a person or simply executing the instructions of a predefined route.

I could feel the wrinkles of concern on my forehead as I watched those who were Not leaping out of the vehicles path. My peer was looking around her with wide eyes and a steady smile.

“Drink it in,” she whispered, “This is the last time you’ll ever be here.”

I felt tears prick my eyes and wished she was holding my hand. I turned to look behind me through the rear window and faltered at the sight of my home. A dirty, littered, smog filled, diseased ridden hell hole; the setting of every moment of my life. I had taken my first breath here. What if the air was different in Old Amsterdam?

For the first and only time, I could leave Northamsterdam. I had the paperwork to clear me for entry to Old Amsterdam. The catch was simple – I could never come back. This was a permanent decision. I could hear myself sucking in my breath, but I could not exhale. The world around me began to whirl by.

I attempted to slow my breath by timing each one with running my hands from my thighs to my knees. The tears began dripping down my face and I let out a soft sob of defeat.

Ryla’s hand moved to my shoulder but was quickly knocked away by the blunt end of one of The Guard’s energy weapon.

“Ah, viztel!” She gasped, rubbing her hand with the other, “Just say ‘no touching’!”

I placed my hand where hers had been and glowered at the faceless Guards across from us.

We came to a sudden halt at The North Gate. My heart leapt to my throat once more; this was it. The final moments in Northamsterdam. The end of my years of residence in this place. I would never again be able to visit my mother.

One of The Guards got out and roughly pulled Ryla from the vehicle, the Guard behind me began pushing me towards the door until I stepped out onto the washed concrete.

The Guards immediately began marching us in different directions and I watched hopelessly as Ryla was dragged through the crowd.

The North Gate consisted of four gates – two in and two out. Each Out Lane had three Verification Booths to allow for easy travel in and out of the city. The Verification Booths had three distinct requirements for clientele: Officials of Old Amsterdam, Citizens of Old Amsterdam and Unknowns. The level of scrutiny was tiered in accordance with your status.

The Guard led me to the line for the Unknowns and then signalled to another Guard who was situated within the booth. Though there were five people ahead of me in the queue, The Guard beckoned us forward and my escort began weaving through the throng of people to the front of the queue. I apologised profusely to everyone I came in contact with but none of them raised their eyes to look at me – The Guards of Old Amsterdam were not the sort of people you want to attract attention from.

“Prisoner?” The Guard at the Verification Booth guessed when I stood before them. My Guard shook their helmet and handed over my paperwork.

The Verification Booth Guard studied the file over and over again shining some sort of light through the crystalline fabric and observing the output on a screen I could not see. They leaned forward to inspect me more closely. Each of my hands were lifted one at a time and scanned on a screen I could not see.

“You are eligible for Processing.” The Verification Booth Guard stated; “Please step through.”

When the portcullis opened, I suddenly forgot how to walk. What sort of “Processing” was going to happen to me?

I looked helplessly over my shoulder and found the barrier to already be shut. My life in Northamsterdam was over, just like that. I wished that Ryla was nearby so that I could go through this experience with someone familiar. Even if I had only met her this morning.

I took a deep and wavering breath and stepped through the portcullis into Old Amsterdam.

I expected it to only take one step, but I found that it had led me into darkness. I looked back at my home and could not see it any longer, just more darkness.  “Vitzel.” I whispered.

“Step through.” I heard a voice say.

I turned in the direction of the source to see a spotlight shining brightly but no person. I did as instructed; too afraid to run and unsure of what I could accomplish in this darkness otherwise.

“State your name for The Records.”

“Fae Masrus.” I said hoarsely.

“Do you give consent for us to Process your medical status and test you for carrier genetics?” The voice asked.

“What does that mean?” I frowned.

“Do you consent?”

“If I say no?” I asked.

“You will be immediately destroyed.” The voice gave me no shadow of a doubt that I had only one course of action.

“I consent.” I said.

As the light dimmed, I felt my eyelids become heavy, my knees weak and I tumbled to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

[whatupfatlip]

#northamsterdam #weouthchea

[alex-gold-art]

#amsterdam #netherlands #амстердам #holland #2019 #trip #happynewyear #нидерланды #europe #travel #newyear #новыйгод #eurotrip #thenetherlands #january #mashatsigal #newyear2019 #christmas #holiday #winter #голландия #амстердам2018 #friends #traveling #нидерланды2018 #нидерландытрип #holidays #house #love #northamsterdam (at Amsterdam) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUwwQRMAg8e/?utm_medium=tumblr