On the calender

Hooray, we’ve set a date! Soon, Victor and I will meet (again). Victor invited me and my family to stay to come over. He, his girlfriend and their two children live in the north of the Netherlands. That means a two hour drive. With the (sort of) daily schedule of our twins it will therefor be a little challenging to determine at what time we will meet. But they’ve already thought of that. “You can sleep here.” The unmistakable hospitality with which it is offered, makes me feel sincerely welcome. It also feels like we have…

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The Vijverberg family also found

I receive messages from around the country. People who want to help me in my quest. From adoptees who identify with me. And from people who tell me they have been touched by my story. In return it touches me that so many people show their support and compassion. Ms. Vijverberg With results. Because now I’ve managed to trace Mrs Vijverberg too. The woman who took care of me for several weeks in Jakarta. Just before I flew to the Netherlands. Thanks to the Vijverberg family I was strong enough to make the greatest journey of my life….

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Victor found after 39 years!

I am completely overwhelmed. Speechless. And hyper. Today I made an appeal, which was shared massively on Facebook (the counter is currently at 6734 and still counting). And I can now inform you that it has worked … VICTOR HAS BEEN FOUND!!! We have just met on Skype. And oh how special this is. We can’t stop talking. Tears in my eyes as I’m writing this. Victor and I are also planning on visiting the two ladies that brought us to Holland – Lia Maas and Coby Tack – because THEY HAVE BEEN TRACED ALSO. Tomorrow I’m going to call both…

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Facebook: letter to Victor

Hi Victor, You don’t know me. And in fact, I don’t know you either. Yet we have already gone through so much together. Look at this picture, that’s us (you I have circled in red). Schiphol Airport, Wednesday, August 24th, 1977: you and I have just landed after a long flight. Our mothers, our culture, our homeland Indonesia, we have left them all behind. At least we have each other. And two Dutch tourists who happened to be in Indonesia on their holiday, Miss Lia Maas and Miss Tack. One day they just got two babies…

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The boy that went to Gouda

While browsing my first photo album my gaze fell upon a picture that was so familiar to me. A picture of two Dutch women both holding a small Asian baby in their arms. Those little Asians, that’s Victor and me. Victor is a name that I’ve known from childhood on. My parents used to tell me about “that little boy who flew with me to the Netherlands on August 24, 1977.” We were handed over to random Dutch tourists, who thus ended their holidays in Indonesia in a very special way. Imagine flying back from…

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The day I left Indonesia

I was born in Indonesia. Raised in the Netherlands. Every year I celebrated August 24, the day I flew to the Netherlands when I was a baby, in 1977. It seemed clear to me I had something to celebrate. Since I had excaped the hopeless slums of my hometown in exchange for a house in one of the richest countries in the world. Frankly, I celebrated my life here, in the country I grew up to be the person I am now. The warm family in which I was raised, the all the chances I’ve gotten,…

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