The cold quay
welcomed a stowaway
into his new reality. Life
shifted halfway across
the planet.
The Lloydkade is a quay in Rotterdam, The Netherlands. There still are mooring bollards lining the street, but they are no longer in intensive use. Seventy-five years ago, my dad set foot on European soil right here. He had been a stowaway on the Goya, a ship sailing from the East Indies colony of The Netherlands that was soon to become Indonesia. He had left his tropical home to make a new life in the colder parts of Europe. He would never return.
My father came to The Netherlands in a time filled with uncertainties amidst a changing world that had just started healing from World War II. That healing took a long time, and had its ups and downs. It even looked for a little bit after the 1980s that we had actually managed to put dark periods like that in our past. A relic of history. Unfortunately, now again, we seem to be pulled back by people who see The Other as a threat. People who want more money, more resources, more of everything for themselves only. The Others are not the threat. The ones telling you that, are the real threat.
In the header of this issue, you can see an image of the Goya.
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The cold quay
welcomed a stowaway
into his new reality. Life
shifted halfway across
the planet.
The Lloydkade is a quay in Rotterdam, The Netherlands. There still are mooring bollards lining the street, but they are no longer in intensive use. Seventy-five years ago, my dad set foot on European soil right here. He had been a stowaway on the Goya, a ship sailing from the East Indies colony of The Netherlands that was soon to become Indonesia. He had left his tropical home to make a new life in the colder parts of Europe. He would never return.
My father came to The Netherlands in a time filled with uncertainties amidst a changing world that had just started healing from World War II. That healing took a long time, and had its ups and downs. It even looked for a little bit after the 1980s that we had actually managed to put dark periods like that in our past. A relic of history. Unfortunately, now again, we seem to be pulled back by people who see The Other as a threat. People who want more money, more resources, more of everything for themselves only. The Others are not the threat. The ones telling you that, are the real threat.
In the header of this issue, you can see an image of the Goya.
Support this newsletter via Buymeacoffee or Hypersub
Entrepreneur, dad, European, story teller, poet. Curious, too. I tell stories on different platform and using a variety of tools. Sometimes I explain how I do stuff.Most of my content is free of charg
Trpplrs are sending ripples of poetry through the world, to make it more fun. As a Trpplr, you will get: & special poetry drops from me and up-and-comin...
My father was born in the Moluccas, an archipelago also known as the Spice Islands, because of the unique spices that natively grew there. Like nutmeg:
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Rotterdam's Lloydkade frames a stowaway's arrival that shifts life halfway across the planet. The narrative traces a father leaving the East Indies for the Netherlands after World War II, confronting change and fear of the Other. A Goya image anchors the header. @arjantupan
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Rotterdam's Lloydkade frames a stowaway's arrival that shifts life halfway across the planet. The narrative traces a father leaving the East Indies for the Netherlands after World War II, confronting change and fear of the Other. A Goya image anchors the header. @arjantupan