OK
that made me smile.
Just around the corner from here is the canal - big one, its the canal around the old city, where the gates to town used to be. I was passing down there on my way to the neighbourhood grocer, down past where you have this "football cage". This is where theres always a group of Moroccan and black kids kicking a ball. They're like, 20 or so.
This time the whole group o' them had rushed to the canal side, gesturing, spreading out. Just when I was approaching, a canal boat came past, and they're all yelling at it, "Welcome to Holland! The weed here is good!", and I hear one guy gesticulating at another, "the boat'll do it, the waves!". Oh, duh - it's their ball - its in the middle of the canal and that water aint for swimming. Except the waves didnt do ****, it just kept bobbing up & down out there.
By the time I'd turned the corner and turned around, they'd discovered one rowing boat that wasnt all locked up, and were busy boarding it, like pirates. No paddles, but hey, someone quickly found this meter-long bit of driftwood. One of 'em on there, the other jumps on just in time, and off they go, like its some boys' book. One "rowing" with the driftwood, the other discovered a lifesaver, and after putting it around his neck first, he decided to use that for rowing. They made torturously slow wobbly progress.
When I crossed the bridge they'd finally made it to near the ball, lassoing for it with the lifesaver. When I got back from shopping at the Turkish grocer's (love it - so cheap - its like you're a kid in a toy shop, you can just fill your bags and it wont ever seem to count up!), they were kicking ball again.
Funny thing is - nobody even noticed! I was the only one looking. Meanwhile - its so bloody hot - the guys at the students house the other way around have hauled out their couch again, as well as a inflatable baby-swimmingpool. They're hanging out, beer in hand, feet in the water ...