In 2001 I moved to Gouda. “”Gouda?”  Dutch people asked me, turning up their noses. I had lived all over the world, and I wanted to avoid ending my life in a modern suburb near Rotterdam. We bought a small house on the Lange Noodgodsstraat. ““It’s funny to see you living here.”” Visiting friends said. The house, a former shop, stood in the city center on the so-called “”Emergency God Street, the Long One as Opposed to the Short One”” along with a few other former shops one of which had been a milliner’’s store. The milliner’’s store had not changed; the milliner had drifted into a retirement home but the store was still represented by a few dusty hats and a soft hued,…