How My Grandfather Fooled Everyone

I must have been 8 and my father had taken me on a trip to Amsterdam. I have no recollection on the why’s of it. As you may know, my father had abandoned me at the age of 3, so visiting him was already a rare thing, let alone taking a trip with him outside of my hometown <a href="https://www.google.com/maps/place/Martinitoren/@49.727715,0.1133595,4.82z/data=!4m6!3m5!1s0x47c9cd50b7d9bbc3:0xe25a0f6b9b675895!8m2!3d53.2194595!4d6.5682069!16s%2Fg%2F1tdbv_kt?entry=ttu" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">Groningen</a> (north of the Netherlands). The fact that we indeed went was also a novelty. The amount of times he had promised to take me to Disneyland never came true. Nevertheless, here we were, staying over in his friend’s house in Amsterdam, next to the Oosterpark, Our Holy Mother Hospital, and the Artis Zoo. Not realizing yet, I would soon see the insides of all three. <a href="https://bitcoin-graffiti.medium.com/how-my-grandfather-fooled-everyone-6f727b6b53d2">Click Here</a>