In September 1975 we migrated to the Netherlands, but my parents took us to Breda which is far in the south he didn't wanted us to be amongst all other Surinamese people in Rotterdam or Amsterdam. This is the house we first started with 9 people. The neighbors across were the nicest people, I made friends and these people the family van Well helped with all social laws and all subsidies we were entitled to. On the other side lived the paint sales guys and their daughters were also very nice. Make no mistake this was a very upscale place and we were the first black people entering this neighbor hood so they were all hesitant. Anyway it turned out to be a great time in my life. During elementary school the director touched my breast, my mom removed me immediately and placed me on another school. In those days you did not open your mouth to warn everyone for him, you kept it silent and protected your own. In Breda I got my teaching degree and after I went to Amsterdam to do modeling work and to study at the university.