Tomorrow

tomorrow is the national day against pointless violence. ("Dag tegen zinloos geweld") This because it's been a year since the MP3 - murder in Brussels North Station. The year has flown, but I guess no one can really understand what's been happening in Belgium lately.

I'm not sure wether the news where you guys live broadcasted the awful events here in Belgium, Joe got killed in the station because of an MP3-player and a few months ago a guy got killed because he didn't want to give another guy a blaming cigarette...

Unbelievable what's happening to this world.

I have another similar story to tell... it happened over a year ago, when I was still pregnant with Ilyas. I went to visit a colleague / friend who was in maternity leave, I had to start work at 6 p.m., so I had to take the train on time. On our way to the station we got an accident, my friend hit another car which made a loop and landed upside down. Thanks to whoever helped at that time, no one got killed.

But the other car's passengers had a different colour. So you might figure where I'm heading at...

Anyway, at that time I was too worried about Ilyas' wellbeing to even pay attention to the fact that the colour of those other people was even mentioned. In the hospital, when I was still waiting for an examination to be done (because I had this cramp, but I didn't want to bother anyone with it), I was in the room with my friend, whose father entered the room saying: "you did not hit those 'zwartzakken'" (I ain't gonna bother translating the bloody word, but it's the first time I heard someone use the word for a couloured person, elderly people usually use the word for belgians who took the german's side in the war, but apparantly that word goes for coloured people as well...) Point well taken, after all, the baby in my womb was then and still is for all that matters, a so called 'zwartzak', but I decided to leave it like that, when sent to my check up, which couldn't find place in the hospital, but I had to go to the gynaecologists practice a bit further down the road, since she could not leave everything behind to come and see me, I was left alone in a place where I didn't even know where I was, I was sent to see some gynaecologist I didn't even know and I got instructions on how to get there, but it kind of all went blank once I was outside the hospital. The only thing I could think about was about how unfair it was, that those people had gotten hit and then insulted, like it was their choice to get into an accident...
But I left it like that, because I like my friend the way she is. But the event didn't stand alone, and now I don't really know how to react to her