SiTU MEMO 32: LAURA (2)

Public transport in Holland was the worst in Western Europe, maybe even worse than the trainstations and busterminals in Guatemala and Brasil, she visited. Those were places filled with light, music, food and playing children. "Apocalypse.", Laura thought when she looked around. The terminal was almost deserted and scarcely lit. The walls were covered with graffiti and worse. The place stank.
In the times of Atlantis this delta was a prosperous province of this Great Empire. But after the fall and after the flood the sea had taken almost half of the land. Only 70 years ago this gap had been filled. The Dutch and the Frisians, who did most of the hard work, built a dam of giant proportions. Connecting two parts of Frisia, which used to be one, a long time ago. The bus she was waiting for, would take her across the waters to the seaport, which name she had scribbled down in her notebook. It was almost midnight and she had no idea, how to find a place to stay. It felt good though. She left the dirt, the noice, the polution and violence of Babylon behind her. She realised, that for the first time in years, she felt at ease. Almost automatically she started meditating about Atlantis.