h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Today I finally visited an official record office about the Amsterdam history and its inhabitants.

I felt like a fish on a beach; a world Kafka could not compete with.
Complete silence, no communications, all windows closed, no water around, books and archives that shouted "we know our own world, you better stay out of here".

I started to read what I already knew.
I had brought it with me.
And in all that silence I tried to analyse what kind of world I had entered and how it influenced me.

And I tried to find in archives what I already knew, just to check out if I could manage to find it.
I didn't quite succeed.

Suddenly I became deeply depressed as I must have been in my younger years.
A sickening, sweet feeling in my stomach.
A powerful force that sucked and yelled; there's no place for you, Alfredo in this world.

But I stayed, for hours.
And I am content I did.

What a good choice that I hired a professional to look for all these technical historical details about dates, divorces, denominations, birthdates, names of ancestors, etc. etc.

I am just doing to social/cultural history around it, because I also do not have ány talent for thinking in family terms. I get lost within a minute.

What a hell.

I am doing much too much.

Much too much.