Genieten is a Dutch word for a subtle and pleasurable feeling. I was told there is no word like it in English so I can only do my best to understand it. Its a gently rattling bike chain on cobble stone streets. Its the sparkling reflection of choppy water meeting docks and canal walls and wooden house boats. Its a breeze passing through doll house scaled streets garnished with black iron balconies, planters, and hundreds of slightly rusted bicycles. Its sun kissed skin over coffee on a quiet morning balcony. This is the best I can understand this word. A word described to me during a nasty hang over. A hang over that is the sum of a bottle of vodka drank before sound check. That is six or seven beer tokens ending at a techno dance party. That is some tasted alley substance that was mostly (but not all) talcum powder. That is a two euro for two minute peep show. This, to the best of my understanding of the word, is not Genieten.
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