Friday, 8 February 2008
My flat, wet country...
The country where I grew up is Indonesia.It is so different from the Netherlands. In Indonesia there were mountains, volcanoes, sawas( flooded rice fields ), kalis ( brown rivers containing crocs), coconut palms and bamboo. We lived in beautiful spacious houses, but then the war broke out and we had to give up everything, all our possessions and we were interned in Japanese concentration camps for 2 1/2 years. After the war we went to our homeland the Netherlands.No greater contrast was possible! Here were no mountains at all; more than half the country is as flat as a pancake, and wet, terribly wet! Here are also rivers but no crocs. There are flooded areas as well especially in winter, but they are beyond the dikes. There are fields separated from each other by ditches filled with water. And then of course the greatest difference is the climate with four seasons. Here are oak trees, birches, beeches and willows.
This afternoon I cycled to a neighbouring village to visit one of my friends of the Women for Peace group. She lives in a brandnew block of flats on the 13 th floor and has a magnificent view of the polders, which are so characteristic of this part of the Netherlands that is called Holland. I took some photos on my way to her house and from the balcony of her house