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... place could.
That's what I wrote as part of my application letter for exchange. Now it will just be 30 hours until I'll land in Hong Kong. Although I've known this moment will come for over 6 months now, it still seems surreal. I had always been set on going on exchange to some place far away from home. The simple question was: where do I want to go? Somewhere between last September and October, I decided I wanted to go somewhere completely different from what I was used ...
... it, and after she read the poem, she asked me to sing my song. I told her that I would try.
I almost broke once as I sang this song. I sang it from the heart! I looked around and there was not a dry eye in the house. It was a touching moment! I am so blessed for this experience!
I can't imagine the sorrow of losing a child, but to have one taken from you and murdered... there are no ...
Camp Vught was a Transition Concentration camp. It still has the same fence and posts of the walls. It was opened so that people could see what was going on in the camp, yet no one did anything to stop it!
Socialism was not a success in Amsterdam. Hitler was in power, and the ideals against the Jews had started.
The ladies kept their hair here in this camp, but all of the men were shaven. The nazi's wanted to remove their identity!
The bunker was a prison within ...
... that of the palace of Margaret of York (who was married to Charles the Bold) and also the palace of Margaret of Austria. Both of these palaces are now municipal buildings so nothing except lovely gardens to view. We also looked at some more churches--since this is a religious center for this part of Belgium there are a LOT of churches.
We decided to have lunch before we headed into the Netherlands so walked to the Grote Markt and found a ...
... to book train tickets. First, the ticket office was a cash-only affair. Gord dutifully went to get cash, and had his cc eaten by an ING machine. I went to the money exchange next door but neither of my cc worked either. Odd. Luckily, we still had some Czech kr. I had been bugging Gord to exchange it for weeks, but luckily he still had it. It was just enough to pay for our ticket, and we were on our way out of the Netherlands (well, for three sleeps). Next stop: Brussels!