Rolling down the ramp of the ferry at Ijmuiden near Amsterdam a few weeks ago, we were motioned to stop by a Dutch immigration official.
"Good morning, how are you today?" he said in easygoing English, squinting into our car. "And where are you off to? Poland? Germany?"
"Belgium," I responded.
Suddenly he looked up from our passports, eyebrows raised. "Belgium? Really?"
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