Where were you when four people were shot at
the Jewish Museum in Brussels ?
Not that far away, on a peaceful terrace, near the
Soignies forest at the outskirts of Brussels.
Utterly unaware of what was happening in the
centre of town, reinvigorated by a walk in the woods , I sat there in the sun, sipping
a glass of wine. Alternating between reading
(a book about the disastrous chain of events that led to WWI) and quarrelling with
C. about the Sunday elections.
C. was making fun of my weeks- long fretting
about how to vote, as if a single vote made any difference. This had me arguing that every vote counted
and that people had bravely battled for universal suffrage (Belgian women acquired
the full right to vote only in 1948). But this principled democratic zeal of
mine did not resolve my voting-dilemma :
not a single party-programme could entirely convince me. Right-wing too right-wing, left-wing too
left-wing, and centre-parties too fuzzily in the centre. And why
do politics always have to be so polemical? One interest group pitched against the
other. Can’t we all strive to work for
the “greater common good”? But then, of course, how could we ever objectively
determine what that greater common good is. Perhaps the Chinese central committee thinks it
can?
But
hey, tomorrow was another day. Nothing like a good night’s sleep to find electoral
illumination. And staying far from internet and news services. Just listening to
Bach sonatas to purify the mind and the senses.
So the next day, still utterly unaware of what
had happened, I cycled to the nearby voting
office – where everything went on as usual,
in the jovial and slightly jocular atmosphere which always surrounds elections
in Belgium. I had reached a decision too, proportionally (&selectively) doling
out my votes. I had no less than 4 votes
to give away, thanks to the complicated Belgian
voting-system applicable to a Dutch speaking person in Brussels: votes for the Brussels region, for Flemish community-issues,
for the Belgian parliament and then of course for the European parliament. Whom did I vote for? At anay rate, not for any
excessively barking politicians neither for any nationalists
(those two categories tend to overlap) .
And then one does turn on the internet to get the latest news. “Four
people shot at the Jewish Museum. Three dead, one critically wounded “ .
It’s a nice museum, with small but always carefully selected exhibitions.
Without much visible security measures, no metal detectors or so. After all,
this is Belgium! We don’t do that kind
of violence! We don’t do terrorism! (apart from some home-grown shady communist
cells in the 80s.)
So please let this
be an isolated act of a lone crazy gun man. There are so many nationalities, races and
religions living in Brussels – peacefully and without any trouble so far. So please let this remain an isolated
act. Let us continue to have barking politicians
instead of violent gunmen. And now I ‘m going to look where I can get flowers to
lay at the doorstep of the Jewish Museum.
6 comments:
Ja, Flâneur, nog altijd liever eeuwig verongelijkte politici dan dolle schutters. Mensen zomaar neergeschoten, in een museum,- en dat alles in een wervelwind van nieuws, van gebeurtenissen. Sterkte daar en dank voor je mooie stuk.
bedankt, Leen
In een museum inderdaad, eigenlijk een schuldeloze, contemplatieve plaats bij uitstek...
My first thought on hearing about this was: I hope you're safe...over here we live with this fear all the time. Troubled times, fff, troubled times.
Keep well.
K.
Hey K., yes i sometimes wonder how you do that,living with such continuous threat and yet not letting it crowd out all other reflections &thoughts.
you keep well too!
I guess, fff, the only way to live in an unreal place is in an unreal way. i.e. avoid thinking about what is happening, the lives of other people. That might sound a bit selfish to you, I know, but if one *actually* started to think seriously about things like the stoning to death of a woman outside the High Court here last week then it would be hard to carry on (if that makes any sense...I suspect it doesn't...)
Keep well,
K.
oh, that does make a lot of sense to me. Continuous, powerless brooding about the suffering that abounds, is a recipe for a nervous breakdown...
One is entitled to some reprieve, to thoughts and feelings other than horror.
keep well,K, and carry on :-)
fff
(sorry about my late reply, i didn't check blogger messages over the week)
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