I’m in such a different world it is hard to describe. Since one week now I am submerged in this little provincial town called Oldenzaal, where I am asked to explore more about its identity and report about it in a daily column in the local newspaper.
This newspaper is read by over 80% of the inhabitants, an extreme high percentage. Every morning after the publication I get more and more emails, partly condescending, partly welcoming. I just listen, look, wonder and write. It’s very interesting to get the possibility to be so close to a society without being part of it…