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




Author: rjsiersk

Sierksma was born in Friesland, a 'county' in the northern part of the Netherlands with its own language which he does not speak and with an obstinate population to which he both belongs and does not belong. A retired Professor of Social Philosophy and Aesthetics, as a Harkness fellow he taught at Rutgers and Berkeley Universities in the USA, and at GUAmsterdam and TUDelft in the Netherlands. In 1991 he was awarded his PhD from Leiden University on the subject of 'Surveillance and Task: Labour Discipline between Utilitarianism and Pragmatism'. His books include Minima Memoria (1993), Lost View (2002 with Jan van Geest), and Litter Scent (2013). He has published poems and articles in Te Elfder Ure, Nynade, Oasis and the Architectural Annual. Half the year he lives in Haarlem, the other half he spends in la France Profonde, living ‘in his own words’ as the house out there was bought with the winnings from his essay Eternal Sin, written for the ECI Essay Prize (1993). In this blog, Sierksma's Sequences, written in English, he is peeping round his own and other people’s perspectives. Not easily satisfied with answers nor with questions, he turns his wry wit to a number of philosophical and historical issues. His aim in writing: to make parts of the world light up in his perspective - not my will, thine! Not being a thief, he has no cook, one wife, some children, one lover and three cats. The reader, interested in my writings on aesthetics, literature, and sociology, may want to open Academia.edu, where various pieces are published.

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