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Today I reserved a couple of minutes to seriously blogging for my assiduous readers… I’m confident that soon or later I will be on track again with daily posts.

3rd episode: How Dutch am I?
My parents are Italian, I grew up in Italy, I lived there for almost 25 years (oh my gods, 25? no way), I’m definitively a Muggle. I can’t even hope to be a Squib, but if I try hard enough I might become a Muggle-born eventually Ok, enough with Harry Potter metaphors. I’m Italian, this is unfortunately incontrovertible. However, after last Monday’s elections, I feel less Italian than ever: I think that it doesn’t matter whether Berlusconi has too much power (especially on the media) or not, a large majority of Italians voted for him because they believe in him, in his sanctity and his abilities. They recognize themselves in him. I don’t. I feel much more German than Italian, as I several times told to my boss Timo back in Amsterdam. He was kind of surprised, actually
But in the last days I was also wondering how much my Dutch experience signed my life. Two weeks ago I was walking through the market on Hackesher Markt and I found a stand to buy Wilhelmina pepermunt, dropjes, even Calvé pindakaas I felt very nostalgic. Even more last Saturday, when a lot of Dutch tourists were in the city, speaking loud enough for me to grasps some words here and there. On top of that, my iPod suddenly played this song by Bløf:

Alles is liefde
Alles is liefde
Voor iemand zoals jij
Voor hem, voor haar, voor mij

How romantic