i am crying here under the buitenveldertbaan. hell on earth. i can't work. the planes get you from all sides. the air is poison. yesterday it was hard to breathe. could hide in the toilet. oh no. i still can hear them there, non stop noise. i can't do anything. why are they doing this to us? it's the administration - they're always the ones who send people to their deaths. pen-pushers. it's the rules. they say.