Every morning, before my actual alarm clock goes off, the pigeon on our balcony wakes me up with his morning calls. The sound (I cannot call it a song) of pigeons will forever remind me of wee morning wake up calls in our Amsterdam home. I cannot decide if this daily occurance is something I love or simply accept. It has grown on me over the past 17 months, just like every other aspect of this city has.
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