Ruurlo. A small town in the east of the Netherlands where I lived about 7 years and left when I was 9. Today I went back, almost 19
years later, which was weird in a way. In my memory, everything was big, large, long and such. Our street was long, the house and garden
were huge and the ‘centre’ was big and very far from our house.

Well, we did everything by foot and the whole town seemed to have shrank. The street wasn’t that big, the house ‘normal’ and the centre
well… The word itself sounds a little exegurated.

It was a nice part of my life and nice to revisit the places where I more or less started my life.