Because of the emptiness in Amsterdam, the cityscape started its own monologue intérieur:

About amazement and inclusive thinking, the basic vibration of the Tropical Institute, about sound waves in an empty hall of the Concertgebouw, about a new light shed on neon filled windows in the Red Light District, the Rembrandt House, the darkest concrete alley of the city and a fertile strip of Amsterdamse Bos.