Having lived in a house the villagers of Bouchove sweetly call ch telet, I realised I have enjoyed a privileged life. This is also true for the place of my birth, Maastricht--the most beautiful town of the world, I shamelessly claim. I have grown up there in a good family with ten children. Eighteen years old, I started my study on Rural Development in Wageningen, which is the smallest university town of the Netherlands. There, I had the luck to find...