Yesterday someone asked where I’m from. I automatically replied that my parents were born in Turkey. But it suddenly felt kind of weird that I didn’t just answer the question. He also looked surprised and emphasized that he wanted to know where I myself come from.
“I? I was born and raised Rotterdammert.”
“Oh, special. I really hear a soft g. That’s why I asked.”
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A version of this article also appeared in the May 2, 2023 issue of the newspaper.