My husband was at his friend Chris’s birthday, on a sailboat on the IJsselmeer. He says: “There were a lot of people, tasty snacks and live music. The guitarist later mingled with the group and introduced himself: “Hello, my name is Herman, but my name is actually Harm.” Harm said that he married an American from a family where they prayed all day long: “Dear God, keep us safe from Harm.” “So I changed my name to Herman.” “But yes, ‘Her man’… also quite confusing.”
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