I arrived in Wageningen just a week ago and got a room in the Brink hotel in Wageningen. It's my third time in Wageningen.
One evening I was sitting in my room at the Brink, studying. It was almost 12 o'clock and suddenly the doorbell rang. I was surprised: who could come by so late at night? I went to the door but was too scared to just open it. I looked to see whether there was a peephole in the door. At first I couldn't find one, and then I saw it! It was so high above my head! I could just about reach it, but I couldn't look through it. So I went to get a small step stool I had in my room and put it near the door. I stood on it and looked through the peephole again but could see no one. I thought the person has gone, so I began to feel relieved. But the doorbell rang again. I climbed on the step stool and looked once more. Again I could see nothing. I began to get more scared. So at last I asked in a tiny voice, 'who is there?' and then I heard a familiar voice on the other side of the door: 'It's me, Ira! Open the door please, I am tired of waiting!'
So the whole thing was that the peephole was just too high for both of us. Ira was standing very close to the door and I couldn't see her that way! So I guess these eyeholes in the doors of the Brink hotel were made for very tall Dutch men and women!
Rezeda Karimova, external PhD student with the Social Sciences Group