St.Maarten, island in the Caribbean and like any other country on the globe: inhabited by plenty people like foreigners, illegals, tourists, politicians, criminals and you name it.
And these days it is very hot here. I am sitting behind my computer feeling the hot breeze of two cooling fans. I can’t afford airco right now, because electricity is too expensive.
I feel like the Dutch writer Multatuli, who penned down his “abuses of colonialism in Indonesia” stories in Europe in the winter of the19th century. He couldn’t afford a heater to warm up his small room where he wrote the famous book Max Havelaar.
My daughter is going to Holland, August 1st to broaden her mind with studies in the medical field. She will experience the so called four weather seasons and not only the Caribbean heat, so well known for making you lazy and meltdown your brains.
