We took the train up into the Netherlands, a quick experience since everything is so close in Europe. First stop, The Hague. I had been here in 2008 when I was living in Copenhagen, so I had an idea of what to expect. We didn’t have much time here (needing to be in Amsterdam the next day to meet a friend), so we got stuck right in. The main rush – getting to the International Criminal Court on time because you can actually go in and watch their proceedings!!! The case was against Ntaganda, a person accused of 13 counts of war crimes and 5 crimes against humanity allegedly committed in the Democratic Republic of the Congo in 2002/3. Having arrived with about an hour of court time left, we were turned away – not because they were finished, not because there was sensitive information being heard, but because Laurence wasn’t wearing pants. Apparently, you must wear pants to court, not shorts. Even if no-one is going to see you and even if you have travelled a long way to see it. Last time I was in The Hague I watched a proceeding against an alleged (and subsequently convicted) war criminal at the International Criminal Tribunal for the former Yugoslavia. I happened to be attending with a Bosnian refugee from the same war. It was an incredible experience that I wanted to share with Laurence, but next time he will have to wear pants to see it. Continue reading →