With all its changing hues, emerald green in the canals, ports in gray, brown in the bogs, a blue unexpected depths in the lake, water gripped the country dips its tentacles. Hard-won to the tune of dams (dam), dams and drainage, the need to stand against the onslaught of the sea has shaped the minds of its inhabitants. I remember those warm evenings past few decades ago at the old Flushing island of Zealand or in Valcheren Helder in the north end of the country ... Take time to rediscover the many faces of Holland and to gradually penetrate the secrets ...
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