-> please read this article in dutch , the auto translation will not translate this the right way .<-- In the early hours of the morning the city awoke to the sound of the whistling kites, their songs echoing among the stately buildings. The wide streets, often referred to as the city trails, slowly began to fill with the hustle and bustle of the daily commute. It was a familiar scene, everyone hurried to their destination, their footsteps echoing loudly on the cliff.