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Tonight as I drove on Roodeweg between the cemeteries where my family and friends are resting, I heard a strange rattling sound that I did not recognize. Later on, as I was watching the clear sky and the filling moon, I suddenly realized what that sound was.
As a Yu di Kòrsou, steeped in our culture and believes, I recognized the sound as that of the alumni of Peter Stuyvesant College, spinning in their graves in disgust of the fact that the name of their center of learning has been brutally violated. Surely the ghost of Peter Stuyvesant some day will rise and avenge.
Sergio Leon,
Curaçao

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