Next to the new building of the University of Amsterdam, there is a cafe called Polder. I used to go there for a small celebration and the like. One evening, I was dining when people put their knives and forks on the table and stopped talking, waiters stopped serving and stood still, and there was silence. That lasted for two minutes to remember the war deads. The whole country is like that, I hear, and in the Dam square, you would only hear the flags on the department store.