Liberation Day

We couldn't go to the commemoration at the monument yesterday at eight and watched the national remembrance on television instead.
This morning we stepped off of our bikes at the monument. Eventhough the broadcast was sober and special, it was just not the same.

Today we celebrated Liberation Day. Bert and I have made a somewhat longer bicycle ride than usually, ate a dessert with lots of whipped cream and I blipped a man who was fly fishing in the river Geul.

While cycling I realised that the war was less than 16 years ago when I was born. Only 16 years.