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| Europe |
| Bye Bye Holland, Bye Bye Germany |
| 2006-11-11 |
| Bye Bye Holland From the desk of The Brussels Journal A quote from Expatica, 10 November 2006 In the first nine months of this year, almost 100,000 people left the Netherlands to settle elsewhere, 12,000 more than the same period last year. […] The net effect means the Dutch population was reduced in the 2004-06 period by 75,000. In the preceding three years, there was a positive net migration of 75,000. Despite the dramatic reversal, the number of immigrants is also on the increase. Bye Bye Germany From the desk of The Brussels Journal A quote from the German weekly Der Spiegel, 10 November 2006 Faced with poor job prospects, high taxes and an intrusive bureaucracy, more and more Germans are choosing to emigrate. Most of those who leave, though, are highly qualified – which could mean devastating economic consequences. [...] They are fed up with living in a country where all opportunities already seem to be taken: opportunities to succeed in one’s career, to own property and to achieve prosperity. |
| Posted by:anonymous5089 |
| #5 Sounds like New York. I know that's where Lady Liberty stands, but New York has the highest exodus rate in the Union. |
| Posted by: Mike N. 2006-11-11 18:44 |
| #4 Holland is in Michigan. |
| Posted by: mrp 2006-11-11 12:28 |
| #3 Sounds like Michigan. |
| Posted by: Anguper Hupomosing9418 2006-11-11 12:23 |
| #2 Sounds like Massachusetts... |
| Posted by: tu3031 2006-11-11 10:50 |
| #1 The New Colossus Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" |
| Posted by: BrerRabbit 2006-11-11 09:43 |