It’s been almost 17 years that I’ve lived in the Netherlands now. I’ve seen this land turn into a chaotich, corrupted and abused land. My familyhas been officially acknowledged as refugees based on social patterns. It was hard to fit in at the beginning. We have had a social assistant who showed us typical Dutch phenomenons. I remember when she drove me and my brother in a citroën (that she called citroen – citron) along long distances of farm fields and opened the windows. She said: “Smell it; this is fresh air!” The only thing I smelled was cow dung and compost.
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