Showing posts with label Netherlands. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Netherlands. Show all posts

Postcards from Utrecht: #6. Three colours. And many more

Sunday, November 16, 2008

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BLOG ACTION DAY: How come I do not see poverty in the Neverlands?

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

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There's another half an hour left to blog about poverty and to join the forces with the rest of the bloggers participating in this campaign.

Talking about poverty in the Neverlands is different. The way I see it here is dissimilar to the other countries I have lived in - Lithuania and Ireland (I suppose I could include the USA where I spent half of the year). In a nutshell, I don't see it here. Magnum photographer Geert van Kesteren says that "<...>poverty in the Netherlands is different than in the developing world. It's invisible. In my previous blog which I was writing while living in Dublin (many of the topics were focused on the binary East-West, in which I sometimes found myself trapped) a few times I posted my remarks on begging (here and here). I noted that the amount of people begging on the streets of Dublin was disgraceful, especially Ireland being (or having become) one of the most prosperous countries in the EU and the world. I questioned an idea that perhaps despite the job market offering vast opportunities (and the minimum wage being one of the highest in the EU) those people (mostly younger than 40, oftentimes male) where in the streets by choice rather than driven by the need (given the fact that the Irish social system is quite generous and quite easily fooled - an issue I addressed in my posts more than a few times).

The Neverlands is a rich country. Ha's Blog backs my statement, even though he notes that in the face of decent figures the Dutch still manage to complain.

When I say that I don't see poverty here I mean that, for instance, I don't see people begging on the streets. But here I'm reminded of the case with disabled and mentally ill people in the former Soviet Union - you didn't encounter them too much, in fact they didn't exist (they were spending the days either in hospitals or other secluded places). In this respect I am asking two questions:

1. Are the Dutch coping with poverty much better than, let's say, Ireland and the rest of the world could take that as an example?
or
2. Perhaps Geert van Kesteren is right when saying that poverty here is invisible, or shall I say hidden?

It is an open question I can not answer due the fact that I have haven't spent enough time here, besides, much of it is spend in the academic environment, which I must say, the more time I spend there the more it seems auratic and elitist (are these the features of the education by default?). That's what my next post will be about.

In the meantime I am asking - how come I do not see poverty in the Neverlands?
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Surprise surprise: starvation

Sunday, August 31, 2008

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Utrecht pinholed


I did this mistake about a month ago upon my first visit to Utrecht and I did it again today. That is if you come to the Neverlands on Sunday make sure to bring some food supplies with you since the supermarkets are gesloten. Closed. Full stop. Adios amigos - hasta mañana!

So here I am with my 35 kilos of life unpacked in my bright and spacious new room which will be my home for the moment munching a bowl of tuna and sweet corn salad which in fact is just the two aforementioned items mixed sans olive oil or mayonaise and sadly sipping on orange juice (instead of 70 cent a bottle of Hoegaarden - compare that with 2.20 Euro in Dublin) which turned out to be out of date (tuna, sweet corn and juice successfully (?) spotted in one of the local let's call it Spars aka shops that sell lots of overpriced crap while the supermarkets are closed). I can sincerely confess that this was one of the few times in my life when I actually was regretting there was no Spar around. If I don't die of hunger overnight my number one destination tomorrow morning is a supermarket. Number two - a bike shop. I feel as I am the only pedestrian in here. What a looser... Especially in 26 degrees!
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First steps in Utrecht

Saturday, July 26, 2008

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A friend of mine ensured me that I would love living in the Netherlands.

Arrived here safe and sound and I am enjoying the town already. Enjoyment might be a bit too big a word - after spending half a day in Utrecht I'm still recovering from 6am flight to Schiphol. Not doing anything crazy or mad, just getting the things up and running: the mobile number, Lonely Planet's Dutch conversation guide (and learning to pronounce that kh), flip flops (it's roasting here!),etc. People are very helpful, the hostel is not exactly the tidiest one I have seen, but there's beer, tea, coffee and breakfast. Staying with another 15 people in the dorm. Actually people seem to be communicatng within the groups they have arrived in rather than getting in touch with strangers, but maybe it's me scaring them off. Probably.

Seeing a few apartments tomorrow, fingers crossed. The town looks fantastic - the buildings, the people, everything. Unlike the Irish it seems that the Dutch know how to have fun without getting pissed and without pulling huge shopping bags with them around the city. I might be wrong as well - false first impressions perhaps, yet I am very and it is hard to believe I am moving to the Neverlands.
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Taking off

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

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A friend of mine thinks that "The Netherlands" is a euphemism for "Denmark". It doesn't really sound like the name of the country, does it? Besides, for most of the foreigners it does seem somewhat surreal: they smoke dope without the fear of getting caught and one of the main attractions of the capital is a Red Light District, where again everybody can wander and wonder without the fear of getting caught. Overall it sounds like the ultimate island of liberty. Hence the title of the blog.

My experiences of the past few days only serve as a proof that it will not be as easy as I was expecting.

Starting my Master's studies in Utrecht in September, moving from Dublin. The International Admissions Office is on holidays. Just in time I'd say - when everybody is looking for accommodation. So do I. Thus I'm coming accommodation-hunting for a few days in the end of July.

Charming 26-year-old.
Female.
Enjoys W.Wender's movies, N.Simone and a peace of mind now and again.
Has a soft spot for lomography.
Loves big Aussie reds.
A night owl rather than an early bird.
Currently reads U.Eco's "Foucault's Pendulum" and ponders whether to finish A. Burgess' "Clockwork Orange".
Pays on time, cooks well and to her knowledge doesn't snore.
Has reservations about the success of this ad (in the accommodation hunting department).


For any questions please contact me at lina[dot]zigelyte[at]gmail[dot]com
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