Optimism about the future

Geert Wilders, L'Enfant terrible of Dutch society, has a problem. His US-based internet host doesn't want to host him anymore. The website is out of work.
He told the media that he wanted to make his movie public this month. (March 2008)
Friday (yes, Good Friday) there was a protest manifestation in Amsterdam because of what Wilders might state in his movie and what he has said in public. It widens the gap between different ethnic minorities and the ethnic majority in the Netherlands.

As I write this down, it reminds me that this is a big difference between the US and the Netherlands.
In America there is no majority. The only majority, the native Americans, the Indians, are almost ethnically clinched.
The white man in the US made history by conquering land on the native Americans... Does he consider himself as the new native American?

We actually live in the Netherlands in different ethnic boxes. There are some exceptions, but those exceptions confirm the rule.
That is the difference between the US and over here. The horizontal movement to another box needs time. An ordinary Dutchman doesn't fit in an ordinary Moroccan culture. Both have to grow to each other. Time does it all.

Young Moroccan families have almost the same preferences as young Dutch families. They mix together, the styling of their houses is the same {thanks to Ikea ;)}, they work more and more together.

I think that in the future there will be one common culture. Of course the old cultures must be preserved... I'm optimistic about the future.

The near future is the Mont Ventoux. The first ride with the team was in very wet conditions. Completely soaked we arived in the pub where we found seats a the bar. I'm not only training to be prepered for the summer ride but also I'm gaining some pounds of weight because endurance needs slow burning fats. Also I want to be able to resist cold. This night I found out that my sleeping bag is a bit small for me. How did I sleep in it last year?
With Eastern I'll read the roadmap to Avignon and Sainte Marie á la Mer and find a horrible picture of the top of the Ventoux. Ventoux means wind, always wind.

Note: Hours later after riding in wet conditions again I read about the real background of the name Ventoux; it's a derivative of the occitanian word ven which means mountain. It has nothing to do with the mistral-wind.