Recap of my week | week 19May 10, 2015
Hi lovely readers, did you all had a fab weekend? And are you celebrating mothers day today?
This week in the Netherlands we had rememberance day (4th of May), and celebrated liberation day (5th of May).
I was a bit shocked to see that there are quite a few people these days, in my country, who think the commemoration is nothing more than farce and were disturbing, purposefully, the two minutes of silence. This really, really angers me! I grew up with having these two minutes of silence, for every casualty of WWII. We live in freedom for 70 years now, thanks to those who have fought for it, and many who gave their lives for it. What on earth, are a mere two minutes of silence to remember those who gave us our 70 years (and hopefully counting) of freedom? Right, nothing too much and certainly not a farce!
During the rememberance, Ben and I also remembered the two people who have lived in our current house, and who were deported to, and died, in Auschwitz. Can you imagine that, living in this house feels, at certain times, loaded? You live in a house where two people were lifted from their beds and were forced to leave this house -their home, their safe haven- only to never return?!
In our house there's still, to this day, an investigation going on, due to a Möbel-aktion that took place in 1943. Möbel-Aktion, also known as M-Aktion, is the term of the looting of furniture of that was sent to Germany, and this happened not only in our house, but in several other houses in our hometown aswell. That there's still an investigation going anno 2015, actually tells you that WWII isn't that far behind us in the past - at all! And that's why the people disturbing the two minutes of silence anger me so much.
On the 5th of May, Ben and I decided to seek out the quietness of nature to celebrate liberation day. The weather was really good and we went on a hike to a small village, Warnsveld, near our hometown Zutphen.
It was all good and kind, until hell broke loose and it started to rain cats and dogs, heavy thundering and even hail. Ben and I had to rush out of the forest as quickly as we could to avoid the falling broken branches and ofcourse to avoid getting hit by thunder - the storm was right above us. That we were in danger was emphasized by the fact that, sadly, two young girls died in the same storm (but different city) when they were seeking shelter underneath the trees and were struck by lightning, dying on the spot. Poor, poor girls.
Ben and I were soaking wet and hid, very romantically, from the rain underneath the pent of an empty and abandoned Chinese restaurant, and eventually had to brave the neverending rain again, and hike our way back to Zutphen. But I really loved this bit of excitement and I slept really well that night - completely rosy because of the fresh air!
Let's see what my week looked like!