The first time I met the geese in the park was when I had just left Hong Kong and arrived in the Netherlands to study. I thought of goose noodles and I pointed at them, saying it out loud. My partner said it is brutal.“BE FRIEND OK?” The question popped into my mind. I started searching for what the geese like to eat so I could write them letters, and they probably would say yes. It ends up with rejection, chaos and screaming. Only the last time with Roman lettuce made a slightly different…’