Today after work I left for the part of the city Amsterdam where I was born. I had no memories of that place… only a name. After all, I was around 6 months old when my family moved from Amsterdam to Haaksbergen.
So today I walked into the Kuipersstraat and strange enough it looked just I as expected it would. I talked with my mother on the phone. She told me all she could remember and I made pictures of it (I will post next weekend some of those pictures here…. for now it is still impossible for me to upload pictures).
It is a weird feeling. Finally I can I have a real image to the place I was born. Sure, a lot did change over the last 45 years, but the house of my birth is still there! De Kuipersstraat 70III…
One of the coming weeks I will pick you up on Friday from Hoofddorp. As said, we stay that weekend in Amsterdam… I want to see the house where you were born.
Must have been very special to you!