Bruges
January 22, 2007
Dewinter's Tale
ON A BALMY day in Antwerp's medieval city center, not far from the offices of Vlaams Belang, the right-wing Flemish nationalist party,the boulevards were crowded. At a clogged artery on a mainthoroughfare, as the light turned, a tram pulled away and a van driven by an orthodox Jew—side curls and black yarmulkevisible—became stuck in the pedestrian crossing. Walkers, annoyed,muttered to themselves. And then, from the back of the crush, agroup of teenage boys began to yell, "Fucking, fucking yood!" and to bang their fists on the car. READ MORE >>
