I doubt that few Dutch people, today, would bring only what they could pack into a crate of 1 or 2 cubic metres, to ex-army camps, with no money and start new lives, say, at the age of 35.
... has to do with how they themselves have that urge to try migration but, as they have to give up too much, they hope that people like me miss the Netherlands
The bit that got me though, was when the mother sang Weißt du wie viel Sternlein stehen. an dem blauen Himmelszelt?
She reminds me of Uncle Tonoose, keeping the network alive, established when we met in the 50s. Not relatives (as in the Danny Thomas Show) but sharing so many life-changing experiences.
Well. While the ambulance is away to take the man to hospital, they just play a bit of music because they cannot go on with the competition because there is only one ambulance available.....
Part of getting into teachers college, to become, eventually, a public servant, was to be naturalised and if that meant I was staying, then my parents might as well too.
So we were. Regrets?