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The literary Madame Flanders wishes

In the stillness of the water and the centuries-old stone streets Flanders wishes. Stirred uneasily in this great backyard between France, Germany and England, weighs tensions that move through the centuries. Produces miracles as Bruges, but the marketing of the channels to drive Venice and the polder, the Netherlands. Supports world battles on the Somme, contains graves of hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the beaches, opens chemical weapons Ypres, and reminds upsets neighbors, as in Waterloo. I witnessed occasional

. Instead of staying in the laboratory of Hasselt, I walk into a Porsche Carrera and drizzle in the evening from one extreme to another: Antwerp, Gent, and finally Halloween. The driver-techie guru I must explain life-I speak of Charles V and the Inquisition, of the Flemish and camera obscura, and why the French Wallonia is an unwanted burden. "They do not work at all", she says, and jump into the seat every time it rings on the woofers that new tech squall of "Pan." Belgium is a dream of springs, a need, a little gem and annoying embedded between the crowns of Europe. We

Bruges and I have time to go running through a forest and morning fog, and run into the van Kastel Tillegem , without a witness, not a presence. To my question, the hotel people asked "which castle?", Surprised, and my Belgian counterpart the insult: they are all uneducated immigrants. Belgian I tell the story of "The night watch ," the venerable King Crimson flamenco song inspired by the paintings of Rembrandt, and the unknown, but I retrueca over Ostend and Einstein by Solvay, and disparaging anecdotes of Carlos V. "I Would not speak English at all", whereas now almost all tourists are English, despite the crisis.

"So many years we here
Suffered Our country Racked with English wars Now
eat a chance to find ourselves And quiet
Reigns behind
Our doors We think about posterity again."

Then there are meetings, there is a stirring Excel, and there are beers in a secret order, while the Porsche wheel on the pavement and starts playing "Pan." People disappear into the sunset, terrified by the possibility of running out of dinner. Almost seems to hear the Fripp guitar solo at the end of the song, echoing against Belfort . Markets stone bridges and churches emerge from the fog floe is time. Flanders, in a way, expected.

"And so the pride of little men
The Burghers good and true
Still Living Through the painter's hand
Request you all to understand."

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Tillegem Kasteel van Hasselt


And what if you go running through a forest south of Bruges, decent 10K hopes to complete by a road, is a perfect forest trails and eucalyptus in a fog morning, one finds the castle?

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High Tech Eternal


I can never sleep on airplanes, no matter what I do. This time was no exception. The four-hour stop in Barajas meant a return to a first world of signs, gestures and different customs, but the unexpected arrival at a destination was much more interesting.

Hasselt is a place full of unusual technology in Flanders. Flemish-speaking people as in Barcelona or in Quebec resistance passing through the language. Belgium is a country-buffer that separates the Netherlands from France and Germany, although more than a century later no one will feel Belgian, and instead say flamingos. People complain about the weather and rain, but the sides of the road are fields of eternal green cultivated.

From the top of a new-tech Radisson warns the cathedral ceiling and a religious fervor that makes it too easy a joke of Flanders and Flanders. Bloom around IT industries and Content. A hundred miles, in the Somme, are still echoes of both wars. Belgium has always been the backyard where the boys are fighting. Perhaps thinking about this, and identities in war, people drink beer with 10% alcohol. As I surrender to ritual, glimpsing Argentinas fragmented, with no room for beauty or for technology. Beyond the glass is still raining.