I spent a chunk of childhood living on the 12th floor of a building that had 13, near Antwerp yet far from the sea. There was nothing better than seeing a rainbow across the old factories and brick storehouses - if that is indeed what they were, for I never seemed to venture that way on street level. It was only ever a backdrop, with no people in sight.
In my early 20s I lived in an apartment on the 9th floor. The view was just of it’s twin apt building across the parking lot and the pool the two buildings shared off the right of the parking lot. Not an awesome view.
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