A number of apartments are being built in our residential complex in Maastricht.
The construction workers working on this come from Poland, Hungary or Bulgaria.
It’s difficult to have a chat. The older ones try German, but the younger ones sometimes try English.
When I carefully ask the plasterer whether he speaks some Dutch, the answer is in unadulterated Maastricht: “Mê jông…. for 62 years”.
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