When you tell the Dutch “good luck”, they frown and ask what luck has to do with anything. Every where I would hear, “success”. I loved it. It is empowering versus happen chance. The Dutch don’t hide their vice or flaws. They bring them into the light. The are an optimistic people. I met a felon from Morocco who was busted in Holland. He was a proud Dutchman that felt like he owed his life to his adopted country. They educated and trained him. Then they found housing and a job for him. He was certain he would have been dead otherwise.
I did love the liberal pot laws. For the first time since puberty I felt free. It was exhilarating to walk into a coffee shot and smoke a joint. Success!

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