For more than a century everyone had managed to get along just fine, even though part of the town was called Baarle-Hertog and was Belgian, and the other was called Baarle-Nassau and was Dutch. Then one day in 1939, a Belgian named Sooi Van Den Eijnde decided to lead his pigs across Lots 91 and 92. The Netherlands Railways, convinced that the lots were Dutch, had built nine houses there, and the Dutch customs official lived in one of them.
"Hey, you," cried the Dutchman when he saw Sooi, "have you got a license...
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