WORDS FROM Didi'ms world

I'm so tired of discrimination and talking about it.

Discrimination is the unequal treatment or detriment of a certain group of people. In this particular group of people a distinction is made on the basis of certain very diverse characteristics such as race, origin, orientation, sex or religion.

Actually, I didn't want to say anything about it. And actually, I should stick to that intention, too. Actually! But dear folks, this whole discrimination thing is even more of my ass than coronage-making or conspiracy theories. Apparently, you can't ask people where they come from anymore because people will feel discriminated against. Get over it! As soon as I cross the border of Limburg, I get the question where I come from. And in those 10 years that I lived “on ut Hollendsj” I got that question from every person I met. Personally I always thought that was a bit of a dumb question because it seemed to me to hear clearly from my statement but that was not as clear as I thought. Often people started doing very bad Belgians imitations (you'll only be a Belgian in the Netherlands) or even worse German imitations when they heard which town I came from. I have given several answers but I always liked the best reactions to my answer “Groningen”. Consciously selected the province with 2 G's in it. It always made me laugh a little when I'm honest.

When I was at the MTS in Schoonhoven it became a bit annoying because there was a teacher who had trouble with me and I did realize that it had something to do with Kerkrade and with my gender but why was not clear to me for a long time. This translated into extremely low grades for that subject and okay I was certainly not the best in that course but certainly not the worst. After a while, I found out that this gentleman had once gone to a lady who came from Kerkrade just like me. Well, this kind of thing happens. But it can also be the other way around. The first day I walked into the building of the University of Applied Sciences in Rotterdam I was addressed on the stairs by a gentleman who called me by my name and knew the place where I came from. When I agreed, he just got excited. He knew my hometown well, he liked it where he had come a lot because his ex-wife came from there too. Thank God they were nice divorced, I thought then. But with that sweet man, I couldn't do anything wrong in advance.

How often does it happen that when I am abroad I suddenly get spoken to in Spanish. Well quite often and that is quite annoying because I don't speak a word of Spanish. Well, I can order a beer fluently but to have a beer with every stranger who appeals to me in Spanish is also pretty much. In French and Italian, by the way, has already occurred. And not only in those countries, by the way, that happened in several European countries. I always hope that these people also speak English because I once tried to explain in French that I don't speak Spanish. And for French I once managed to get a - 3 at school (doeslief and ask no further). This based on my appearance. Well... it must be. I have a son who is often thought to be Polish and recently even asked if he is from Indonesia. And a daughter who is placed by default in the Scandinavian countries.