Our hotel (Carena Hotel, Rembrandtsplein) was overheated and airless. I often took refuge in Zilvers Restaurant and Bojo's Vietnamese Restaurant. At Bojo's the waiter called me brother. I felt at home. At last I wasn't a black man getting wary stares in yet another European city. I left the restaurant in love with mankind.
The stress of touring can often force you into the famous coffee houses. One of my favourites was Palm d'Or. I wandered around lonely as a cloud searching for tulips - but ended up in the red light district where women are displayed in glass cages.
I didn't feel sad at the Anne Frank Museum, I felt mortified. Years of torture seemed to seep from the walls in every room. It's a scary and touching place.
Felix Dexter, the comedian, was in Amsterdam in February. He performs at the King's Head, Islington, London N1 (071-226 1916) on 15 Apr and Jongleurs, Camden Lock, NW1 (071- 924 2766) on 22 and 23 Apr
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