Who are you? (Indignant)

You’re asking me? Who do you want me to be?

Well, you had better tell me who I am! Did I ever have a voice in this matter? Did I ever have the opportunity to define myself?

Me and my fellowmen have experienced pre-eminently that the autonomy concerning our identity — as if it was a matter of course — was taken away from us. Even by law. And from birth. Even worse: Before we were born!

I will explain that right away. But first, I will help you by describing the person in front of you.

You are looking at a man, tanned, not due to the sun but because of the genes given to him by birth. Smaller and slimmer than most of you, and with a more refined way of acting.

Let me make it easier for you: I am not a Dutchman; and most certainly not a real one.

But tell me in all honesty: Who of you is a real Dutchman? Who ...