Archive for August, 2009

24
Aug
09

Cocaine’s like that

Last night was a beautiful evening in Amsterdam.  The day’s weather had been perfect, sunny and warm, and given that it was a Sunday too, everyone was out.  I was enjoying myself with friends and acquaintances.  We were sat along the bar at my local and chatting casually amongst ourselves.  And then suddenly, an unstoppable force arrived.  A woman stepped up, introduced herself, and started talking.

And talking.

And talking.

Friends’ faces said it all.  Who is this lady, and is she completely crazy?

It wasn’t long before I was the only one left.  Crazy lady was still talking and I was trying my hardest to be polite.  But in a surprisingly short period of time all my patience was gone.  One story about, something, segued into another about, nothing, and I just couldn’t take it.

“Excuse me, sorry to interrupt,” I said, holding up my hands in the universal ’stop’ gesture.  “But what is the point of what you’re saying, and how should I react appropriately to it?”

“What?  You don’t have to react. “  She said, confused.

“Ah, so then if my response isn’t important why are you telling me all this?” I inquired, impolitely.

“What?  Oh, did I not mention that I just did a line of cocaine?” she asked.

“No, no you didn’t and may I suggest that you should start with that.  The conversation is much easier to follow now that I know you’re on coke.”

“Really?  Does it show?”

I explained it did.  It really really did.  I didn’t explain that everyone else had left to escape her chatter.  Nor did I mention that the first impression of her was of a crazy lady.  And we’re not talking “bungee jumping” kinda crazy.

As a parting idea, I choose to share some advice based on what she had been talking about.  “Whatever you do,” I said,” Just don’t show up to your [upcoming] job interview on coke.  Trust me on this.”

“Really?”  She was incredulous to the idea.  She couldn’t imagine that the cocaine wasn’t making her a better person, more desirable for hiring.  She was sure that her stories were lighting up the room!

I shrugged.  What could I tell her?  Cocaine’s like that.

17
Aug
09

I lived amongst them; I live with them

My first few years living in Amsterdam I essentially lived “near and around the Dutch”.  But I didn’t live “with” them nor was I a part of them.  Indeed, as awful as it sounds to say, there is very much an idea here to the effect that if you aren’t Dutch, you never will be.

Skip forward a few years, a few language courses, a few frustrations and I think I’m actually really truly “becoming Dutch”.  80% at least, as there will always be a North American puritan inside also.

What brings these thoughts to me is the fact that this past weekend I woke up in Holland.  Quiet a way outside of Amsterdam, I was in Gouda (like the cheese) and visiting one of my oldest (longest known) Dutch friends.  The word for the experience was “gezellig”.

Gezellig doesn’t have a proper translation into English.  This is a key point.  My dictionary says,” Pleasant; enjoyable; sociable; companionable,” but these don’t come close.  The part that doesn’t translate is that gezelligheid is an emotion.  More than an atmosphere or experience, it is a shared experience and exists between the people sharing it.

You can’t have a gezellig time alone.  And this is what makes it unusual to us English thinkers.  Gezellig is about a connection.  The feeling of knowing that the other people are enjoying the experience as much as you are.  In English we don’t have many words to describe “feeling how others feel”.

This past weekend was gezellig for me.  I could feel it.  There was a connection between me and my friend.  And as I think back on it all, I believe that this increased the connection between me and Holland.

I think it’s a shame our language doesn’t acknowledge this connected feeling the way Dutch does.  Thus the more gezelligheid I experience, the more Dutch I feel.

[Post by Morgan]

04
Aug
09

Almost ready to leave… (UPDATED)

Your raconteur is in the deep south of Holland visiting the nice folks at JFC Brunssum so that he can pick up a shiny new ID card so that he may travel back to CONUS.

I’ll be back in Amsterdam tonight, anticipating a departure for Ramstein AB sometime tomorrow.

More follows…

UPDATE: Today’s run was pleasant, but still resulted in total failure. My departure clock is on hold until I can procure an additional piece of ID… I have a cunning plan, we’ll soon see what it’ll take to pull it off!




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