On a former shipping wharf in greater Amsterdam, a pair of giggling blonde girls are not following the rules. They run wild over the old industrial estate grounds, clambering over a truckbed in the sunlight, reading a dinosaur book on the floor in the middle of a techno concert at night. Some people call ADM a vegan squat, but you can’t call these happy little girls squatters. They were born here. This is a village…
[Read more from the latest in my gratitude essay series at Rebel News.]
