The Immigrant

Once upon a time I left Holland, my native country... I was an adventurous young man then: a writer, a poet and a painter. Twenty-six years later I returned: a middle-aged man with a suitcase full of memories.

I had traveled the world. I had chosen my own path and I had followed my heart. I had even overcome the sadness and pain caused by an unfortunate coincidence: I was the firstborn son of a father who's entire family was slaughtered by the nazis.

Or so I thought...