Squatting

At the squat garden today, they gave me Dutch-language Daffy Duck comic books, so I can learn. I love them. They told me a friend of theirs is giving Dutch lessons (in the Molli? -- the squat we're based out of) Wednesday nights, and I might do that to supplement my official Dutch class.

Also, I narrowly avoided being barricaded in "the toilet" (as the Europeans say) today. Twas frightening, but obviously not really. I think they put a chair or desk outside, but I'm not really sure, since I obviously wasn't outside to see.

Haha...punny use of the word "Squatting" in the title of this post.  It was *actually (eigenlijk)* unintentional, at least consciously.

Here's a photo of the squat garden: