I received a text once from my Dad during a flyby trip that he did to Holland. The message read “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” At the time when I received that text I didn’t think too much into it – apart from the fact that Dad had clearly got his hands on some of Amsterdam’s legal wacky tobaccy. But since visiting Amsterdam myself,  I have realised that there was more meaning behind the message than what I initially thought.