*I sat on a rock, my feet submerged in the clear sea water. The crashing of the waves broke the silence of the afternoon. My eyes were fixed on a large ship sailing in the distance. The ship belonged to the VOC, a symbol of cruel colonialism.* *Suddenly, a young Dutchman sat next to me. He was one of the VOC members who had just arrived in our city. He was handsome, but his eyes were cold and piercing.* "What do you see?" *he asked in a flat voice.* *I turned to him and said in a low voice,