The idea Netherlands can blow off my love is as easy as blowing out a candle.

That is wrong. It does not understand my heart. For a long time, my heart has promised, as I've said to you in life. "You will grow up to get married to his wife," I have to say, I will never forget. Holland did not know that. No one knows that. Except her. She held the power of story. She understands the magic of love, kindness, simplicity and clarity of mind.

No need to think, just by intuition, she knew immediately that I wanted her to understand that: For me, the Dutch incarnation lovely bright primary childhood hometown of origin. It brings a joy to my love nostalgic relentless hope.