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November 24, 2007
Don't miss Mark Steyn's latest: All true, when you see the border post ahead of you down the road, or when the customs inspector demands "Your papers, mein herr." But what if instead the border comes to you? Not explicitly, but in a kind of demographic equivalent to the overlaid area codes of a North American metropolis. Amsterdam is the city of legalized pot and prostitution and a gay hedonist paradise. But it's also a Muslim city, overlaid on the pothead playground. At what point does the nice Dutch gay couple realize they've crossed a border? That, without getting their passports stamped or changing their currency, they're now strangers in a strange land. That's something Greene would have been fascinated to write about. |