Longing for the Netherlands, Stroopwafels, and the Real Thing
We don’t crave the things we’re close to, even if they’ve shaped us into who we are.
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The contours of a border become a lot less rigid when you carry what are deemed to be the right documents.
In class we’d learned the Australian flag was blue to represent the sky and ocean both, our collective identity shaped by that constant hue.