As an outsider, I was shocked by the scene, but not entirely surprised. After a few years in the Netherlands I had become accustomed to the fact that some of the normal rules of polite behaviour didn’t quite apply. The straight-talking Dutch generally did as they pleased, thought nothing of saying whatever was on their mind and cared little for the unnecessary rituals of courtesy. ‘I don’t like your shirt!’ a Dutchman might cheerfully shout at a business acquaintance, messily eating a sandwich as he strolled in late for a meeting in his sandals. Political correctness was an alien concept, and
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