Belgie Barst, Belgium burst. Then come the hymns and the endless fields of flags, the drums and the parades, the endless flow of beer and hot dogs. Many old people and many young students. A rush of anger and claims that comes from the right. Every end of August thousands of people gather in the countryside in the north of Brussels, on the battlefield of Ijzer for the Ijzerwake, the commemoration of the dead Flemish soldiers in the Great War, a ceremony that by now has become the day of the...
more »Belgie Barst, Belgium burst. Then come the hymns and the endless fields of flags, the drums and the parades, the endless flow of beer and hot dogs. Many old people and many young students. A rush of anger and claims that comes from the right. Every end of August thousands of people gather in the countryside in the north of Brussels, on the battlefield of Ijzer for the Ijzerwake, the commemoration of the dead Flemish soldiers in the Great War, a ceremony that by now has become the day of the pride for the harder wing of the Flemish separatism. This pride grows without pause, wants to sweep away Belgium and the immigrants with it, guilty to bring in drugs, disorder and crime in order to receive in exchange the attendance of a paternalist administration. The Flemish extreme right does not hide the head, they keep it very high, strong of 15 years of uninterrupted electoral successes. Full successes, only mitigate from the last local elections of October in which the party stopped to increase votes in Antwerp, the cultural and economic capital of the region, but improved however in the placid and rich Flemish countryside. (for the complete text, please contact me)
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