Descriptive attempt (or attempting description?): Take your not-so-typical Finn (well at least I'm blond-ish). Take your shorty with a stupefying mouth (usually faster than the brains...). Take your 35-years old forever-childish fellow with a lots of life experience (but still waaay not enough). Take your man who doesn't know what he wants but knows how to get it (thx Sex Pistols!). Take your sushi, tex-mex, ice cream, shoarma, bitterballen, mustamakkara, chocolad, whatever and mix them together.
Whatever you get is completely (but not quite) different than me.
...I suppose.
And besides, that's not the point at all. The point is that I'm going to try to describe my second (!) move to Netherlands – exactly after 10 years of the first moving in here.
So these are my experiences in the expat point of view with a kwazi, kwazi (well at least not the most common) twist to it.
See you around. Maybe not. But that still doesn't stop me writing this :-P
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