Through a geographic accident of birth, I have Dutch godparents. My family renewed contact with them when I was ten years old. It was quite an experience, in 1974, travelling from a council estate in Derry to Dutch suburbia.
Back then, Derry was not exactly a bed of primroses. The estate we lived on was relatively non-sectarian, but life was a litany of broken glass, bombings, shootings, army checkpoints and the random physical abuse one endures...
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