Some weeks ago the Belgium federal government decided to give up their effort to mend the pieces of the quarrels they'd been in since the elections of 2007. On Sunday there will be new elections. Being abroad I can't cast my vote this time. For once I'm not sorry about it. Everything I read were hollow words, meaning nothing. Crisis, economy, confederacy. What's at stake is a big reform of the state, which means rewriting the constitution*. If all goes well and they're actually able to find the government who wants to give the go-ahead, we'll be voting again before the parliament has done its four-year-term, because of the procedure that must be followed when changing the constitution.
But right now all I see is empty-headed remarks and fists on the table. People are proclaiming themselves winners before Sunday is started. It's with a heavy heart I await that day. I hope that at the end of the month I can return to a country that's not on the verge of imploding.
*No, in Belgium the constitution has never been holier than thou.
But right now all I see is empty-headed remarks and fists on the table. People are proclaiming themselves winners before Sunday is started. It's with a heavy heart I await that day. I hope that at the end of the month I can return to a country that's not on the verge of imploding.
*No, in Belgium the constitution has never been holier than thou.