FlashKarma

Y'all know how much I wanted to be part of a flashmob. Now today to my surprise I see this:
http://www.versgeperst.com/nieuws/65915/flashmob-verovert-plasa.html

Flashmob right on my lovey island: Curacao.
I guess the flash is not meant to be for moi.

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