#Appingedam

[postcard-from-the-past]

Street scene in Appingedam, Groningen, Netherlands

Dutch vintage postcard

[kestarren]

Henk Helmantel, oil paintings. ~ View of the north wall of the choir, of Nicolaikerk in Appingedam, Netherlands, 2012. ~ Krewerd ~ Onder het orgel in de NH Kerk te Krewerd, Groningen ~ Under the organ in the NH Church in Krewerd, Groningen. ~ Trapopgang naar de slaapzaal van klooster le Thoronet ~ Stairs to the dormitory of le Thoronet monastery.

[lesser-known-composers]

Heinrich Scheidemann (1595 1663) - Herzlich lieb hab ich Dich, o Herr -

Hinsz-orgel Appingedam

Vincent Hensen-Oosterdijk, organ

[acemapleeh]

Bridge Over Anxious Coffee Cups

May 25th: Living Together/ Domestic

Summary: The morning is early and already, Matthew's thoughts and heart are far too loud. The morning fog rolls gently over the canal waters.

Written for Day 3 of @nedcanweek, May 25th: Living Together/ Domestic

Characters: Netherlands, Canada

Word Count: 2580

Read on ao3

Warnings: Sexual Content, Self-Hate

September of 1980, Appingedam, Netherlands

Johan liked sticking to a routine, planned things in advance and kept his word on being exactly where he said he would be on any given day. His body naturally rose around the same time each morning; it never mattered if it was for work or if he was on holiday or what hour he stayed up to the night before. It was always around the time the first bit of sunlight would trickle patterns in through the lace curtains that he would begin to stir. It was harder to rise when Matthew was there, but he would somehow ease his way out of his embrace; promises were kissed on Matt’s shoulders and stubbly cheeks only for them to be met with a grumble and slight shift of the mattress.

Matthew’s mornings were slow and lazy, wrapped in soft linen and hoping for warm limbs for hours on end. He was never an early riser and if he managed to get up at a decent hour, he would never be up for long. The kisses would always pull at his heart but they weren’t always strong enough to rouse him from bed. He hated how early Jan got up, even with the knowledge he would come back if Matt hadn’t moved for a set amount of time.

Still.

When Matthew was finally done hiding his face in Jan’s still warm pillow and complaining about the lack of warmth to nobody, he’d pull himself up from the bed with rumpled sheets wrapped around himself and shuffle his way to the kitchen.

A hot cup of coffee in his favorite overseas mug always waited for him. 

Perfectly sweet.

Perfectly capable of clearing the fog of his sleep-hazed mind.

That wasn’t the case every day.

Some mornings, Matthew wouldn’t let Jan go, tangling himself as much as possible so neither would have the processing power to get themselves up and away. Jan would be persuaded with licks on his exposed clavicle and tender circles rubbed into his chest. How quickly he was reduced to trembling and caving into the suggestions whispered in his ear. Further away he melted at the kisses on his throat.

There were also times when Matt would be the first to rise. He would blink sleepily as his mind tried to figure out where he was, and slowly, he would realize just how entangled he was in Jan’s arms. He held him for dear life; it felt like if he let go, Jan would disappear like he was nothing but a dream. He clung to him, heart trembling, despite the solid foundations they had worked so hard to build together. 

He had tried getting better.

To try to correct his spiraling thoughts. 

'How could he be possibly okay with a such useless, fucking sack of emotional distress like me?'

Matthew would go sunless months feeling devoid of anything, hiding away somewhere in the deep forests and tundra of home in hopes that something out there would bring him solace. The first time he’d done it since he started dating Jan, he came home to an answering machine full of messages asking where he had been.

Johan flew out to Ottawa the day after Matthew called him back and Jan clung to him the same way Matthew clung to him now. 

Matt had never felt so cold in his entire life.

On those endless nights, where he felt his thoughts consume him, he would trace fingertips along Jan’s bare chest; he would move slowly, waiting for the lace to trickle in its morning call. He had to assure himself Jan was real and tangible. Fingers danced along his toned stomach and the dips of his hips to where only the thin sheet hid any more secrets.

A whispered reveal.

Further along, they moved to the base of his shaft and combed mindlessly over the wiry hairs surrounding it. It was only another moment before Jan stirred with a slight groan.

He wondered vaguely if the man thought he was dreaming as well.

“Lieverd...” Jan finally moaned in that voice he wished was meant for his ears alone.

“Godverdomme,” he breathed, hips beginning to rut into the circle of Matthew’s fist.

“Mattijs...”

It was the most beautiful sound Matthew had ever heard.

He moved to lay beside him and adjusted his grip to wrap his hand around both of their leaking members. The strokes were unhurried, even as Matt’s breath turned into impatient whimpers. Jan’s hand soon joined and it felt like every one of his nerves were awake and in need. He buried his face in the other’s shoulder and Johan smelled like yesterday’s blissful, after-sex shower. His free hand gripped his back, nails digging and afraid everything would float away if he dared let go.

Matthew cried out softly as he found the sweetness of release.

His heart wouldn’t stop beating.

Thumping, thumping, thumping.

His stomach felt like a fish was flopping inside- afraid of its death as it gasped desperately inside the confines of the net.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Body alert, prepared to find the oncoming attack. There were no weapons. There was no way to defend himself.

Beating and beating; the pulse in his ears simply wouldn’t stop.

Matthew laid on his stomach, head spinning and dazed. Jan’s body was warm beneath his and a gentle hand rubbed along the ridges of his spine, tenderly attending to the knot in his shoulder he felt he could never truly be rid of.

It made his stomach twist.

A kiss.

An apology.

A question.

An apology for an apology.

Lingering silence.

The room was grey and even with the curtains drawn back, little light came in.

Here was daylight, covered up with pouring rain, not that it was unusual this time of year. 

Matt slowly reached for the nightstand for his glasses, peeling away from the sanctuary of affirmation to try and locate one of his discarded shirts. He roused himself with a back-popping stretch and cringed as his shoulder tingled.

Some unnamable, emotional feeling continued to burrow into his chest, making his heart lurch as his arms pulled through the sweater.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

“Matthew, it’s fine. Just take a minute to calm down and you’ll be alright.”

“No, you don’t know that. You’re going to ask how late I stayed up last night, how much sleep I got if I want coffee, and if I want to talk about it.” He was attempting to pull his sweats on, wanting nothing more than to leave and not wanting to look at his long, crooked legs a second longer. “I don’t want to talk about it because there’s nothing to talk about it. I’m fine. You don’t need to tell me I’m fine.”

He cursed as he checked his hip on the bedpost in his rush to leave the room.

The stairs leading to the kitchen felt too large, and Matthew had to think a little too much about each step to avoid tripping and falling.

Maybe he’d feel better if he laid a crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs.

The window overlooking the Damsterdiep Canal held too many scenes of a time long ago. Running a now washed hand slowly over the wood he shaped himself, lost in a time away, he didn’t hear Jan come downstairs to start boiling water. He watched a couple in their kayaks float along the water, the low clouds seeming to part at each stroke of their paddles as they made their way through the mist.

Another pair was seated on their patio across the way, sipping coffee and chatting about intimate, morning thoughts when the backdoor creaked open. They turned to see the face of a small child who looked just tall enough to reach the doorknob. She was crying, even Matt could tell from here. The father quickly set his cup down to pick her up, giving his wife a reassuring look for her to stay as he went back inside.

Not much had changed since Matt helped Jan rebuild this home after the war other than how much older that once small boy had grown.

And here he was again, to help bring this star city back to shining its brilliant light.

A steaming mug was set in front of him that he accepted quietly.

“You’re different from the last time you were here.”

Jan’s own kayak was tied up at the makeshift dock attached to the bottom floor, resting in the shadow of the hanging kitchen. Matt could just go down the stairs and make his way out into the fog. 

Never to be seen again.

He sipped his coffee and the thought slowly dissipated like the sun was starting to peak through the clouds.

“I don’t mean that in a bad way,” Jan tried to clear up after the extensive silence. “Believe it or not, you look better.”

Matt almost snorted into his coffee, it mostly turning into an exasperated huff.

“My hair is touching my shoulders and I just panicked after having an orgasm. Tell me how that’s better than the me just after the war trying to remember how to function as a person.”

“You still came here to work and spend time with me. We both know what you’re more tempted to do when you get like this.”

At that, Matt bit his lip before silently taking another sip. He didn’t want to admit how much the idea still gnawed at his mind. Matthew had hidden this part of himself from Jan as long as he was able to, blaming tiredness or bad weather on days where his self-deprecation clung like spider webs to his every thought. But silently, he pressed himself a little closer to Johan which was met with a kiss on the side of his head.

“Is it just because I’m young?” Matthew finally asked, chewing the inside of his cheek between the spaces of his words. “That calling to be lost?”

He could feel Jan shake his head. “I think we, as nations, experience it when we need to experience it. Even to this day, I’ll find my feet taking me to my coasts or endless fields. But my youth had me behind the wheel of a ship with only the desire to keep on sailing. I lost myself to the sea the same way you lose yourself to the trees.”

Matthew could envision it clearly before him, the rough callouses of Jan’s hands forever the telltale sign that he was a man of the sea. He’d seen those same hands that ran smoothly through his hair at work, completely mesmerized by the way Johan would tie off knots and the muscles of his arms tugged at ropes. How strongly he desired to show he was just as capable at sailing from everything his father had taught him.

The waves hadn’t been the only thing to rock Matt’s personal sloop out on Lake Superior several summers ago.

“I think I recall one of the first times you came to me,” Matthew said, leaving the warmth of the cup to rest on his chin. “You came to Newfoundland to fish for cod. All I really remember is feeling like something was in my shores, something I had never felt before. I don’t even think I ever even saw you, just the ship.”

Matthew always loved the low sound of Jan’s hum.

“Ah, yes. That was in 1620... I think I still have my journal from that voyage and detailed accounts of your coastline and the flora and fauna I observed during my short summer there.”

There was the slightest flutter of his heart at the idea of Johan finding his land beautiful even all those centuries ago, almost in the same way he had admired the man himself as a young ward to Lord Kirkland at an extravagant party nearly a hundred years ago.

To Johan, he was a nameless face and another asset to his father’s empire.

To Matthew, he was an endless daydream that took him far away from his studies for hours on end.

To be remembered and recalled, even upon first impressions being so plain and notwithstanding that the ballroom was packed with dozens of more attractive bedmates and beautiful faces.

Here they were together, watching the sun fighting tirelessly to break through the morning gloom.

“It’s strange being back here,” Matthew spoke up after taking another sip of his now lukewarm drink. "I feel like I should be listening for artillery and explosions.”

Another of Jan’s chest-deep hums that Matthew could feel travel up his own spine.

“It’s been thirty-five years since the war and eight years since we acquired the status of a conservation area here, but, you're here again to help rebuild all the same.”

"I think you just secretly love me for my craftsmanship. It's one of the only reasons father invites me over anyway. At the rate I'm going, I would rebuild his entire estate twice over."

"And my home thrice over."

Matthew shrugged, getting increasingly upset at how cold his drink was becoming but tolerated every sip of what Jan had prepared for him. "Proves my point," he all but muttered.

His head was turned gently, fine fingers taking his chin to turn and face the man that made his heart lurch so tenderly. "You know I love you for more than just how good you can upholster a chair or retile a roof right?"

He wanted to roll his eyes and just go back to leaning quietly against him, facing the window and not having to look at his stupidly handsome face.

"You're right, it's also because I know how to raise a barn and fix garden trellises."

"Why are you such a wijsneus first thing in the morning?"

"Because it's too early to even consider being awake and I haven't even finished one cup of hot coffee."

Silence rested between them and Matthew could hear the house creak when the wind blew in a little too harshly. He would have to find those points of weakness and replace what he could.

"You know," Jan said, running a hand up and down Matt's arm. "The hardware store doesn't open for a few hours. We can go back to bed if you're still tired."

"You wouldn't sleep though," Matthew argued. "You couldn't fall back asleep even if you wanted to."

"Then I'll sit up with you. I'm sure I have some paperwork I can go through or a book to read."

Matt muttered something under his breath and finished what remained of his cup. He rinsed his dish tepidly before taking hold of Jan's hand. He practically dragged him up the stairs and back to the bedroom, sighing in almost delight at the site of the bed being made and any stray clothes had been put away.

Forever reliable and dependable.

Matthew was back under the covers, the scent of yesterday's bliss still lingering on the sheets a clear image to his closed eyes.

Jan's breath was steady as he settled in next to him, sat up, and carefully thumbed through papers that had been waiting to be attended to.

Back into a routine of well-founded love, Matthew sighed and tried counting the times he felt Johan's hand run through his hair.

He only got to seven before the morning fog changed into an afternoon haze.

[artmialma]

https://omroepeemsdelta.nl/net-naakt-in-museum-stad-appingedam/

[yoyoyoseph]

Der Streusel auf dem Eis heißt bei Westerhuis in Termunterzijl übrigens "Disco", Aanrader! Die alte Schleuse und der coole Ort, schönes Gesamtpaket mit dem FunSport, diese ohne Appingedam, wahnsinnig, alles schon wieder 2 Jahre her

Delfzijl im September 2024

[clickyourradio]

🇳🇱 Imca Marina was al op zeer jonge leeftijd bezig met zingen en muziek. Ze leerde gitaar spelen, trad samen op met haar moeder, was soliste bij het zangkoor de Damster Wichter in Appingedam en won verschillende talentenjachten. Haar artiestennaam werd gevormd door haar tweede voornaam (Imca) te combineren met de tweede voornaam van haar moeder, Anna Maria (Marina).

🇨🇦 Imca Marina was involved in singing and music from a very young age. She learned to play the guitar, performed with her mother, was a soloist with the Damster Wichter choir in Appingedam and won several talent shows. Her stage name was formed by combining her middle name (Imca) with her mother's middle name, Anna Maria (Marina).

[regioonlineofficial]

Op dinsdag 10 september vindt de vijfde editie van StartFest plaats in de HJC Manege in Tolbert. StartFest is het grootste werk- en ontwikkelevenement in Noord-Nederland, met 12 festivals verspreid over Groningen en Noord-Drenthe. De eerdere edities in Groningen, Appingedam, Assen en Scheemda waren een groot succes. De organisatie van deze editie, voor inwoners van West-Groningen, is in handen van de gemeenten Noordenveld en Westerkwartier, samen met Werk in Zicht. Geen CV nodig, alleen jouw motivatie! Iedereen is welkom op StartFest: van jong tot oud, wat de opleiding, werkervaring of achtergrond ook is. We kijken niet naar een CV, maar naar wat iemand kan. Op StartFest inspireren we bezoekers om hun talenten te ontdekken. Opleiders, bedrijven, branche- en maatschappelijke organisaties laten zien wat ze te bieden hebben. Door doe-activiteiten inspireren we mensen om zich te ontwikkelen. Dit kan zijn (meer) werken, een andere baan, een opleiding starten, vrijwilligerswerk doen of een oriëntatie. Iedere stap is waardevol. Ruim 50 bedrijven en organisaties zijn aanwezig. Gidsen staan klaar om bezoekers te helpen hun talenten en mogelijkheden te ontdekken. Dinsdag 10 september is iedereen welkom om gratis binnen te lopen in de HJC Manege tussen 10.00 en 19.00 uur. Van glasvezel tot VR-brillen: Ervaar het allemaal! Praat met werkgevers en neem deel aan leuke doe-activiteiten. Ontdek de wereld van glasvezel door zelf glasvezel te lassen, coax-materialen te testen en een glasvezelnetwerk te ontwerpen. Laat je CV bekijken en krijg tips om jouw kansen te verbeteren. Ervaar hoe het is om een machinist te zijn en graaf in een bult zand met hulp van een expert. Doe mee aan leuke taalactiviteiten, kijk filmpjes over lezen en schrijven, of ontsnap uit een taal-escapekoffer. Stap in de zorgwereld met VR-brillen en ervaar zorgsituaties alsof je er zelf bij bent. Raad het gewicht van afvalcontainers en win een mooie prijs. Of test je digitale vaardigheden in een spannende cyberpuzzel en versla de hacker. Of volg één van de vele workshops! Overwin je bel-angst. Leer om te gaan met conflicten. Overweeg aan een carrière als leraar. Ontdek kansen voor jou in de zorg. Identificeer jouw skills en hoe je deze skills in kan zetten om werk te vinden dat bij jou past. Of leer de verschillen tussen culturen. Gratis bussen, gratis toegang Wil je met de bus naar StartFest? De hele dag rijden er gratis bussen naar de festivallocatie in Tolbert. Er zijn opstapplaatsen in Norg, Roden, Leek, Zuidhorn, Niekerk, Grootegast en Marum. Natuurlijk brengen de gratis bussen je ook weer terug naar deze plekken. Voor meer informatie en updates over het programma en de bustijden, bezoek www.startfest.nl of volg StartFest op social media. StartFest is een initiatief van Werk in Zicht, het samenwerkingsverband van gemeenten, UWV en sociaal ontwikkelbedrijven in de arbeidsmarktregio Groningen en Noord-Drenthe. De festivals worden georganiseerd door diverse bedrijven, ondernemers, opleiders, bonden en brancheorganisaties. Dit project is mede mogelijk gemaakt door Nationaal Programma Groningen, Provincie Groningen, de Europese Unie en SNN. 

[rotterdamvanalles]

Panorama vanaf het Dijkzigt Ziekenhuis op onder andere de Wytemaweg, 1953-1958.

De wijk Dijkzigt ligt in het vroegere Land van Hoboken, dat tot 1924 als een groene oase in de stad Rotterdam lag. De naam Dijkzigt komt van de 'Villa Dijkzigt' van de familie van Hoboken. In deze villa aan de Westzeedijk is tegenwoordig het Natuurhistorisch Museum Rotterdam gevestigd.

In de wijk Dijkzigt zijn voornamelijk musea, onderwijsinstellingen en kantoren gevestigd. Het grootste complex in de wijk is het Erasmus MC.

Johannes Wytema (Appingedam, 30 mei 1871 - Rotterdam, 11 juli 1928) bekleedde diverse openbare functies waaronder burgemeester van Rotterdam van 1923 tot 1928.

Wytema studeerde rechtswetenschap (gepromoveerd op stellingen) aan de Rijksuniversiteit Groningen, en staatswetenschap (gepromoveerd op dissertatie in 1898) aan de Rijksuniversiteit Groningen.

Hij was achtereenvolgens gemeentesecretaris van Assen, gemeentesecretaris van Schiedam, van 1899 tot 1903, hoofdcommies Provinciale Griffie te Haarlem van 1903 tot 1909, gemeentesecretaris van Haarlem van 1909 tot april 1920, burgemeester van Dordrecht van 20 april 1920 tot 15 september 1923, en burgemeester van Rotterdam van 15 september 1923 tot zijn overlijden op 11 juli 1928.

De foto is gemaakt door Openbare Werken en komt uit het Stadsarchief Rotterdam. De informatie komt van Wikipedia.

[ifreakingloveroyals]

Through the Years → Queen Máxima of the Netherlands (1,434/∞) 5 September 2023 | Queen Maxima of The Netherlands visits Campus Eemsdelta to get informed about programs to support young people with mental health issues in Appingedam, Netherlands. Queen Maxima is honorary chairwoman of MindUS, an organization that focuses on mental health issues. (Photo by Patrick van Katwijk/Getty Images)

[katieandskip]

Got to Appingedam from Groningen, it is a sweet village with a good haven. Stayed two nights because the weather was too bad to leave even though we only had a short distance to Delfzijl. Delfzijl is another harbor out to the North Sea, very commercial.

[tjenkehpala]

“Maluku music was my first love and it wil be my last, music of the future and music of the past!.”

Ik ben Selwyn Matrutty, 3e generatie orang Maluku (Tanimbar) in Nederland. In Appingedam ben ik opgegroeid en kom ik uit een muzikale familie (Impulse). Mijn wijlen vader heet Rein Matrutty en mijn moeder Margriet Angwarmase. Ik ben barista bij Espressobar Palazzo te Groningen maar mijn intrinsieke passie gaat uit naar zingen. Daarom laat ik graag mijn stem horen tijdens culturele manifestaties. De band waarin ik speel, Oceanikz, is daar een goed voorbeeld van. We spelen traditionele muziek maar kunnen ook afwijken naar Melanesische klanken. Bij de vraag hoe het is om Molukker te zijn zou ik zeggen; Learn it (wij moeten leren van onszelf en de ander), Live it (onderga het zodat je weet wat je doet en voelt) and Love it (hou van je eigen cultuur en voel je hierdoor gezegend). Aan mijn generatie zou ik adviseren dat je bij je eigen roots moet zien te blijven. Blijf hier trouw aan. Wil je je manifesteren in deze maatschappij dan moet je je eigen kracht zien te behouden. Ik doe dit door de vorm van “onze muziek”. De volgende generatie zou ik (meer) ambities gunnen. Ga met je kwaliteiten de Nederlandse maatschappij in, laat je Molukszijn zien en balanceer op een evenwichtige manier.

[hevohuisvesting]

Wij feliciteren Stichting Voortgezet Onderwijs Eemsdelta en Noorderpoort met de opening van Campus Eemsdelta.

Wat een geweldige prestatie! Jullie hebben hard gewerkt om deze mijlpaal te bereiken, en het resultaat is werkelijk indrukwekkend. De nieuwe campus biedt een inspirerende omgeving voor zowel docenten als studenten.

Proficiat aan het hele schoolbestuur en iedereen die heeft bijgedragen aan dit prachtige project!

Meer informatie via Gerhard Jacobs MSc of https://www.hevo.nl/projecten/eemsdeltacollege-delfzijl-appingedam

[hulpverleningsforum]

Grote brand (woning) Jukwerderweg - Appingedam 28-02-2023

Actueel: https://bit.ly/3J4KfDJ

[interculturarteiberica]

Appingedam church! #church https://www.instagram.com/p/CoCi6lnI2DH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[actuma]

Minder leegstaande woningen, kantoren en winkels

De leegstand van onder andere woningen, kantoren en winkels in Nederland is in vergelijking met een jaar eerder met ruim 10 duizend afgenomen naar 219 duizend objecten op 1 januari 2022. In totaal stond 2,6 procent van alle verblijfsobjecten leeg. Op 1 januari 2021 was dit nog 2,7 procent. De relatieve leegstand daalde onder alle gebruiksfuncties, en was met bijna 10 procent het hoogst bij kantoren. In het oosten van het land was de leegstand relatief hoog. Dit blijkt uit nieuwe cijfers van het CBS. Op 1 januari 2022 stonden ruim 219 duizend verblijfsobjecten leeg. Daarmee was de totale leegstand 4,5 procent lager dan een jaar eerder (230 duizend objecten) en ook lager dan op 1 januari 2020 (222 duizend objecten). 40 procent van de leegstaande objecten op 1 januari 2022 stond een jaar eerder ook al leeg. Leegstand per gebruiksfunctie De relatieve leegstand (het aantal leegstaande objecten ten opzichte van het totaal) nam bij alle soorten objecten af ten opzichte van een jaar eerder. De leegstand is het hoogst bij kantoren (9,6 procent). In totaal stonden meer dan 8 duizend kantoren leeg op 1 januari 2022. Hoewel de relatieve leegstand het hoogst is bij kantoren, is dit ook de groep met de grootste daling. Op 1 januari 2021 was de relatieve leegstand bij kantoren 10,3 procent. Woningen stonden relatief gezien het minst vaak leeg (2,3 procent). In absolute aantallen waren de meeste leegstaande verblijfsobjecten echter wel woningen, omdat 87 procent van alle verblijfsobjecten een woning is. Begin 2022 stonden bijna 180 duizend woningen leeg. Leegstand per gemeente De relatieve leegstand was met 8 procent het hoogst in de gemeente Appingedam. Ook de gemeenten Diemen, Rotterdam en in een aantal gemeenten in Zeeland en het zuiden van Limburg kenden een hoge relatieve leegstand. De leegstand was het laagst in Koggenland. Andere regio’s met een lage relatieve leegstand waren in verschillende gemeenten in Groningen, Fryslân en Noord-Holland. De leegstand was ook laag op Ameland en Terschelling. Wanneer naar de verschillende gebruiksfuncties gekeken wordt, valt de relatief hoge leegstand in de provincies aan de oostgrens van Nederland op. Met name de leegstand van winkels en kantoren is in Limburg relatief hoog. De gemeenten met de hoogste relatieve leegstand van winkels (28 procent) waren Renswoude en Bergen (Limburg). Hiernaast telt Limburg ook relatief veel gemeenten met een hoge leegstand van woningen. De gemeente met de meeste leegstaande woningen was echter Appingedam (8 procent). De meeste leegstand van kantoren was in Doetinchem (28 procent). De leegstand van industrie was hoog in de provincies Utrecht, Limburg en delen van Overijssel. De gemeente met de meeste relatieve leegstand van industrie was Laren (31 procent). Bron: CBS Read the full article