The main train station of Vlissingen is right next to the sea side; large ships are passing through the sluice-gate, in order  to enter the port, which seemed to be industrial. A small hill, most probably build on the dunes, covered with amazing green grass, is the only wall between humanity and the majestic sea – dark green, furious amalgam of algae and water, making white foam.

The alley from the station to the city center, goes near the sea, on the cemented trail, with only 2 sand areas. The stones are covered with algae and at each step you can see the heart-shaped ones. On the small beach, strange shells are pushed to the land and crab legs are scattered along the shore. Hungry seagulls are flying around, hopping for a fish to come up or a shell filled with life. Small birds are watching closely the “hunt”, awaiting for a part of the “sea venison”, following the seagulls. Red beak birds are screaming against the seagulls, jumping around, searching for small insects in the algae. At sunset, life is at maximum fuel: hundreds of birds on the sea, throwing themselves into the angry sea.

There’s no place in The Netherlands with such a furious sea. All the elements of nature are coming together, producing the delightful concert of wind, waves, birds screams. Opposite to the life grand sight, death awaits at the corner: jellyfish with no hope left, remains of shells or crab. And the loneliness being there is incomparable: you are the only human being, surrounded by the wildness of the sea, leaving the society behind, being there with your thoughts and feelings.

As you move slowly, ships are passing by, huge piles of metal, floating on the sea. At the skyline the continent shows his enormous buildings and you ask yourself how is it possible for this nation to overcome the power of water, making their town from scratch, rebuilding a society flushed by waters and wars. Looking back to the town, the windmill and the fort are there to remind you that you are in Zeeland, in the small Vlissingen, a population conquered by Spanish, French, English, but still keeping the flag high up, proud of the history.

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