there was, since I was living on the border, always a strong sense of the limiting quality of such a state prevailing in my mind. So one day I saw an opera-singer on television and realising she was German I pressed my grandparents to tell me where she was living. I argued that it could not be too far away because down the street there were the Netherlands. As I kept on pestering them they finally gave in and told me that she was living on the Roermonder Straße.
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