Dutch Integration into Lebanese Society

First you get something light, before I give you something heavy tomorrow.

Arabs in Europe, or at least in Holland, are often accused of not making a big enough effort at ‘assimilating’ with the local population. They often stand out with their (islamic) dress, don’t want to join the Dutch in their annual trek to France in order to sleep on the floor and share toilets with another 1,000 Dutch for 3 weeks, eating pork sausages from the Hema, undergoing beer-induced brain-damaging experiences during soccer matches and Queen’s Day Celebrations, drinking coffee at 11:00 AM (only), unwrapping Sinterklaas gifts on December 5th and at otherwise being ‘ongezellig’.

I must say, if I were an Arab, and used to Lebanese food, hospitality, dress and overall love of life, then the life in Holland is indeed drab, dull, depressing, and mighty hard to integrate into.

The Dutch way of integrating into Lebanon; French-manicured toe nails.

Yesterday evening, at a pub in Gemayze, I noticed that the Dutch in Lebanon however, have done a wonderful job at integrating into this society. How does it show? Well, just look at our French manicure. You don’t see this in Holland a whole lot.

Gemayze at night; back in business as usual, regardless of the occasional bombs

And that makes living here so much fun (before I piss of that anonymous person again).

Now we are waiting from a clear sign from the Dutch males in Lebanon. What are you guys doing? Riemer? Theo? Harald? Peter? Gerard? Anyone?
I’m not expecting painted toenails, but come on!