During their holiday in Twente, my parents take a bike ride through the area. After they have crossed the border into Germany about a hundred meters, my mother exclaims: “It is so beautiful here, I really don’t have to go abroad for that!”
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A version of this article also appeared in the June 7, 2023 newspaper.