Bert Plomp has been living in Ireland for many years. In the far southwest, on the Dingle Peninsula.

This independent-minded author from Utrecht doesn’t just write stories, but also columns for various newspapers. Newspapers like the “Nieuwe Utrechtse Krant,” the “Oud Rotterdammer,” “Haagse Tijden,” and the “Metro.”

His first two books, “When I was young” and “In een flits,” primarily contain stories about his youth in the sixties and seventies. In them, he recounts very funny, crazy events, interspersed with emotional moments.

As a 4-year-old little one, he roams the center of Utrecht and gets his head stuck in the revolving door of Hotel Smit. Once he’s even accompanied by the police when he’s taken to the hairdresser along with his younger brother Charles. He’s regularly denied entry to the Rijks Hogere Burgerschool because his hair is too long.

At the “Het Grote Bos” campground in Doorn, he’s not a welcome guest: he constantly provokes the old-fashioned Dutch Reformed leadership and the established faith community there.

Bert and his friends had to figure out the differences between boys and girls themselves during their youth. They found books with black-and-white photos of naked, athletically built Germanic girls in trash cans, which were very helpful to them.

As a “good Utrechter,” he can’t help but criticize current events, politicians, and so-called television celebrities here and there. He particularly targets “well-known Dutch people” who reside within the canal belt of the “self-proclaimed metropolis” Amsterdam.

From a young age, he rebels against anything that comes his way and doesn’t suit him: provocation is in his blood.

Bert’s books aren’t just a celebration of recognition for his peers, but also an extremely entertaining life guide for young people today.

The proceeds from his books go entirely to the welfare of animals.

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