Where Grandfather Came From

It was her first night in The Netherlands. Wilhelmina van Duin had been very tired and slept like a guinea pig, after her long journey from Aruba (in the West Indies) to Amsterdam. She had not even taken the time to look around in the modern hotel room of the Airport Schiphol Hilton. But she knew that it was many times more expensive than the one she knew in Oranjestad, where she lived with her parents. Through a gap between the curtains she saw a gold-colored sunbeam coming in her direction,...