Zoe Williams’ piece about a Bolivian friend taking the UK citizenship test (Can you pull your weight in a pub quiz? Congratulations – you’re welcome in the UK!, 9 May) reminded me of my own experience gaining dual nationality. I became a Belgian citizen last year, as part of which I sat an integration test organised by the Flemish regional government.

While the UK test focuses on British history and trivia, the Flemish test centres on how well you can cope with day-to-day life in Belgium. It included practical exercises such as filling in gaps in a letter to your landlord (in Dutch), checking bus routes from Mechelen to the nearest zoo, and picking the greenest energy provider from a choice of three options.

Slightly harder were the questions on Belgian values. The one that stumped me most was: is it normal in Belgium to display the body of a dead relative at home for a week? I had not heard of this practice, but perhaps it was a sacred Belgian tradition? I hummed and hawed. I sweated. Finally I put “no”.

A week later, I learned that I’d passed. I was so delighted that I didn’t ask what the correct answers were. And now, I guess, I’ll never know.