For me a symbol of my world today. Of a turkish neighbour who was born and grew up right next door in the heart of Rotterdam. Of the Carribean guy with the London accent. Of the Dutch girl in Bavaria who says "anrufen" instead of "opbellen" when she visits her home country. Of accepting that my girls will not call the land of "Pindakaas" and "Oranje" their home.
Choices are made, consequences happen and trees grow beautiful nevertheless - if they are given the chance, and if they take the chance.
Seems to me you can never judge a "Pappenheimer" by his name. Or appearance.