Precies, gore rotnazis. Kind of weird how my family and I were called these things by the older generations when we lived there and now there’s actual nazis running around like that.
My mom and I are German, though at that point in time I didn’t even have any relation to Germany at all, other than having a German passport. It was nice growing up in Amsterdam, but some people just really, really hated the Germans. I just remember my Dutch teacher, Vincent Koetsier, who talked about a tragic accident in which a bus full of tourists drove off a cliff or something and everyone on board was dead. After a couple of seconds of silence he just went “fortunately most of them were Germans” just to top it off with a classy “gore rotmoffen”. He knew my mom and I were German.
The good thing about this is, that the younger generations and my classmates were shocked by his behavior and reported him. He never returned to school after that day.
But yeah, our car had a German license plate in the first year of living there. I stopped counting the amount of times our windows were broken.
The 90s were crazy. Still loved it and I truly miss the Netherlands.
It’s kind of ironic, blaming all Germans for the Nazis is in itself a form of nationalism. A sad reminder of how shitty human brains are at actually learning from history.
Precies, gore rotnazis. Kind of weird how my family and I were called these things by the older generations when we lived there and now there’s actual nazis running around like that.
why was yoyr family called nazis?
My mom and I are German, though at that point in time I didn’t even have any relation to Germany at all, other than having a German passport. It was nice growing up in Amsterdam, but some people just really, really hated the Germans. I just remember my Dutch teacher, Vincent Koetsier, who talked about a tragic accident in which a bus full of tourists drove off a cliff or something and everyone on board was dead. After a couple of seconds of silence he just went “fortunately most of them were Germans” just to top it off with a classy “gore rotmoffen”. He knew my mom and I were German.
The good thing about this is, that the younger generations and my classmates were shocked by his behavior and reported him. He never returned to school after that day.
But yeah, our car had a German license plate in the first year of living there. I stopped counting the amount of times our windows were broken.
The 90s were crazy. Still loved it and I truly miss the Netherlands.
It’s kind of ironic, blaming all Germans for the Nazis is in itself a form of nationalism. A sad reminder of how shitty human brains are at actually learning from history.