Polish 
migrant workers.

My neighbours, 200 Polish migrant workers who have come to the Netherlands since 2004 with the hope of a better financial future.

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I see my neighbors almost every day, we greet each other friendly and then each continues on his way. Yet that distance remains there, the distance that may also be created with me by all the prejudices about the Poles in the Netherlands. I ask myself, why do I paint a picture of that which is unknown to me. I visit them, I enter their park where they are located to get acquainted. To be able to see for yourself where they live, how they live and who they are. I find a slight shyness, being accustomed to the fact that they are not like us. But who are we, we are just like them and they are just like us...