one time i had a dream that my original ancestor in new york, nakktgeboren zonderbroek, was mistaken for an important minister of state back in the netherlands.
he was first arriving in utrecht from breukelen. the princeling loaned him a set of clothes because when the princeling met him on the road nakktgeboren was wearing some tattered rags held together with fishing line. the princeling was from a very noble location in the holy roman empire. when nakktegboren arrived in utrecht he was taken to be the princeling himself. they bowed to him. he bowed back and acted very royal. they wanted to take him to the palace of the archbishop.
when he opened his mouth and started speaking, however, things changed. people realized, because of his accent, that he couldn't possibly be foreign royalty. they asked him what was going on.
he told them he was from breukelen. people lost interest in him. they were hoping that he was an exotic -maybe even from china. they shook their heads. a couple of young whippersnappers laughed.
then, they got excited about a cart load of oranges that was coming in on the kanaal. the crowd was in such a rush for the new fruit that he had to jump out of the way to avoid getting stepped on.
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