Henk-Jan was adopted by a Dutch family as a baby. Only years later did he hear from Nelleke, the woman who brought him from Indonesia to the Netherlands, that this trip was not completely legal. On the contrary: he was quite lucky both in Jakarta and at Schiphol.
Henk-Jan (45) : 'When I was nineteen years old, Nelleke contacted me. I hadn't seen her since she brought me to the Netherlands, and I can't remember anything about that trip. I only knew her from the photos I still had. In the late 1970s (when I was born), private adoption agencies were still allowed to carry out adoption mediations, but nowadays this is only allowed through government-appointed organizations. Nelleke – a Dutch expat – ran her own adoption agency from Jakarta. The fact that she found me after all these years is quite amazing, because over the years my first and last name have changed twice. My parents invited her, and we met in the backyard. Here she told me the story about my adoption.
My adoptive parents were a childless couple from Drenthe. My father Henk was a lieutenant in the Royal Dutch Army, and my mother Robin worked as a nurse and freelance journalist. Before my adoption, they had already tried twice to adopt a child from Taiwan, because friends had also adopted two Taiwanese children. Unfortunately, one died before the adoption was finalized, and in the other case, the birth mother withdrew from the process at the last minute. In addition to the many miscarriages that Henk and Robin previously suffered, these were major disappointments to process. Robin's father had previously served in the Royal Dutch East Indies Army (KNIL) and therefore said that an Indonesian baby might be nice. How lucky for me! So I got the third try.
Things got tense for a moment: I got pneumonia, which meant the crossing had to be postponed for a few months. Fortunately, I recovered, so when the time came, Nelleke wanted to make the crossing as quickly as possible so that Henk and Robin would not have to wait any longer. Yet she did not leave with confidence. She suspected that something was missing from my official documents that she needed to identify me during the trip. After all, as a Dutch woman she could not simply board a plane with an Indonesian child that was not her own - even though human smuggling was already taking place on a large scale. Ultimately, she decided to just catch a plane before anyone found out. She knew that I was already the third attempt for Henk and Robin, and she did not want to cause the couple another disappointment.
Miraculously, she cleared customs in Jakarta without any problems and was eventually on the plane. In the meantime, I cried to all the people on the plane, I was inconsolable (I'm sorry, dear people). Just when Nelleke thought she could relax, a flight attendant's voice came over the loudspeaker: 'Does Nelleke want to report to the crew?' Her heart flew into her throat. Had customs been paying attention after all? She decided to keep quiet and looked out the window "unsuspectingly". Not much later, the pilot announced that he had just received a message that he was not allowed to take off. If everyone would sit quietly, and he would soon come up with further news. Half an hour passed and Nelleke was convinced that they were waiting for her outside the plane to pick her up.