#Nijmegen

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[obsessedbyneon]

Traffic square artwork in Nijmegen, the Netherlands, 1986. It's still there. Designed by Peter Struyken.

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[germanpostwarmodern]

Blindeninstituut “Henricus” (1964-66) in Nijmegen, the Netherlands, by Jan Strik

[vampirerobot]

Nijmegen Station, 1879

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spider.

[ingedevries]

autumn 2019

[waidwund]

more complex layer constellation nijmegen, the netherlands // 12-2019 © 2019 waidwund-photo  

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[antifainternational]

September 13, Nijmegen - Stop Refugee Discrimination

[stealingfromwoolworths]

Gelderland gothic

Every time you visit the Veluwe you see the same old man with his sheep. The old man always has sheep, the sheep never die and the old man doesn’t ever age. You ask your Oma how long the old man has been there, she says he’s always been there and he’s always been old.

Everybody you know live in the same small house in a small village. Everybody has lived here for as long as they can remember. Their last name’s align with the village next to them, no one remembers why they left.

You walked around the Arnhem industrial centre too long, you’ll never find your way out again.

The wolves are back, back where? Don’t ask that question.

Everybody knows the German teacher at the school in your village. Everyone has always known her.

Every town has two churches, one is a church for Protestants and the other is for ghosts. The pews are never empty.

You ask your Oma why the farm fields are rustling, your Oma tells you to ignore it. Your Oma feeds the fields meat you can’t identify, the fields are satisfied. You are safe

The church is not safe, if you hear the voice of the dead priest lock yourself in the confessional.

It’s raining. It’s always raining. You can’t remember when it started raining.

“Vader why did we name a hill after the devil” “We are waiting”

Sometimes the river in the Betuwe talks to you, your mama will never let you respond “they will take you far away to the other country” she promises you

Everybody walks their dog in Solse Gat, we will always walk our dogs in Solse Gat. Nobody can remember why we aren’t supposed to walk the dog in Solse Gat. The old ladies from Putten watch you through the window, nobody lives in those houses.

There is a church and a school in the forest. Nobody knows which forest, nobody knows which school. The pious scream so loud you might find it anyway.

You go to a farm cafe. The old man with a scarred face asks you if you would like a table for four. You agree. You are the only person in the cafe.

Every hill here is called a mountain, you never correct anyone. They can hear you from the “mountains”

Don’t let yourself get too close to the sand drift in the Veluwe. The sand is hungry.

That town used to be a military town. It’s half empty, nobody lives there. It’s half full.

[marikedrawinge]

Mariken Falling 2023

[postcard-from-the-past]

Street scene in Nijmegen, Gelderland, Netherlands

Dutch vintage postcard, mailed to Amsterdam

[obsessedbyneon]

Casino in Nijmegen, the Netherlands, 1986.

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[germanpostwarmodern]

Cultural Center "De Lindenberg" (1964-72) in Nijmegen, the Netherlands, by Boks, Eijkelenboom & Middelhoek

[vampirerobot]

The LZ127 Graf Zeppelin (named after count Ferdinand von Zeppelin) flying over various places

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Fika, Nijmegen, The Netherlands