
Opening the cage at customs, my first steps on Dutch soil.
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In the arms of my godmother Machteld van der Linden, at customs.
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Look at me! My first bread and cheese, yummy, yummy!, in Wim's warm lap, I don't really care much for all those photographs and papers that Sally sent.
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Here I am in my new mother's coat, it's very cold in Holland compared to Australia.
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