notes from the war zone


The thirty-first of December in the Netherlands is a growing crescendo of bombardments from mid-morning until well after midnight when fire crackers go off on every street to ring in the new year.
The explosions have gone off intermittently all day long across our city of Almere. We’ve garaged our car and kept our cats safely indoors. Tonight we’ll deep fry ‘oliebollen,’ the precursor of doughnuts, the traditional fried doughballs, filled with raisins and currants or plain and covered in powdered sugar, eaten on Dec. 31st.

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