Already weeks ago I asked my wife to send me a few boxes of paracetamol from Holland.
Agreed, they sell this stuff also in France, the country where I reside half a year. However, they either cheat in pricing the stuff or it is not my dosage or it does not dissolve fast enough – and completely.
The is exactly what the tablets from a certain pharmacy in my country do. They suit my desires completely.
The tablets did not arrive – perhaps not yet.
As France still considers the Netherlands a narco état, a drugs state – like Americans, the French construct their own Axis of Evil – whatever is send to me and is not clearly just a letter or a post card, either does not arrive or only months later. It happened to other medicines, but also to bits of special Indonesian spices – my wife is an Indo. Always opened by the frontier officials, as if the European Community is a sheer letter of law. The food often ready for the dustbin.
The French would ideally have the European Community be made up of only one country: France! Just like the true Calvinist had a notion of The Ideal Man: A head with two feet… Not just Brexit is applauded out here, a Dutch Dexit would surely be seen as cleansing. And why not an Alexit – the disappearance of Germany from the European stage! Perhaps Luxembourg may stay in.
And because the Dutch are Bad, Nation wide!, you may also steal their mail. In the past, two of my favourite women did receive an empty present, the package torn, the jewellery and the little silver instrument with its ivory grip gone. It is a sheer expression of utter disdain that must make these official thieves send the empty packages on to the receivers, that is after the theft…
And we Dutch are so polite, we write on each tablet of paracetamol a clear warning: Beware – Explosive!
La Roche, Ma Douce France, 5.9.2016