I’m Dutch and very tall (1.80m like Uma Thurman), and yes I was dropped in the middle of nowhere when I was 9. Not in a forrest, but in some rural farming area with lots of very scary dogs. Because of those, we couldnt ring a doorbel to ask for help, even when the grown ups wanted to go back to camp after hours of midnight walking. Reading about the funny tweets really helps me realise everything does happen for a reason (as foreigers use to say). After all and on top of that it sparks a sense of nationalism I lost years ago during some sort of dreadful soccer match. Dankjewel for this, Halleluija :)