While the Anglo-Saxon world is busy enjoying its totally commercialized fun version of Halloween (US sales: $4.96 billion in 2006 according to Wikipedia), Belgium (along with many non-English speaking EU countries) is solemnly commemorating those who passed away, one day later on All Saints day, a Christian holiday that is universally observed, in spite of the fact that this originally Catholic country has been predominantly secularized.
When I was a child, Halloween was totally non-existent, and basically it still is. Belgium hasn’t fallen yet for the pressures to commercialize this originally Celtic pagan feast, so this weekend (when all stores are closed) I will be remembering my loved ones who passed away, along the traditions that now span over ten centuries (All Saints’ Day became fixed on 1st November in 835, and All Souls’ Day on 2nd November, circa 998).
In Poland, the Czech Republic, Sweden, Finland, Slovenia, Slovakia, Lithuania, Croatia, Austria, Romania, Hungary and parts of Germany, the tradition is to light candles and visit the graves of deceased relatives. In Belgium, France, Hungary, Italy, Malta, Portugal and Spain people bring flowers to the graves of dead relatives.
And that’s exactly what I will be doing: bring flowers to the graves of our loved ones who passed away. Both my SO and myself lost a close relative in tragic road accidents: he lost his sister, I lost my brother’s wife. Visiting their graves is a yearly confrontation with our own mortality, a moment when so many memories and mixed emotions simply engulf me. Frances was only 25 yo when she died in tragic circumstances during that summer of 2000, soon after her marriage to my brother and just months after giving birth. It’s been eight years, but editing this picture (I removed the family name) still brought tears to my eyes.
So no, I won’t be on some silly Halloween party, I will be mourning someone who brought so much joy to my life and is no longer here.




I know I promised to shut up about the US elections, but video reports like these shock the world on a daily basis. Is this really America?
Belgians have long been known for their entrepreneurial spirit, but I’m convinced Antwerp ’star’ prostitute “Hot Marijke” has beaten them all with her latest endeavor. As of this week, Marijke (23, an Antwerp native and legal prostitute) is offering all her customers who own stocks in the “hard hit” (pardon the pun) Belgian banks Fortis, Dexia and KBC a “banking crisis discount” when they buy her sexual services.
The ongoing French-Dutch social/linguistic/economic issues in Belgium (60% Dutch, 40% French speaking, with as capital Brussels, officially bilingual but effectively all French) have been turned into a stunning charade these past few weeks.


“United in poverty” recently got a whole new meaning: more and more people close to me are spontaneously reporting sometimes minor, sometimes significant financial losses due to the ongoing world-wide economic/financial crisis.
“It’s hard doing business when faced with religious nutcases, especially considering we’re exporting to the US, a supposedly civilized country”, an upset but anonymous source from within Belgian Brewery De Block said yesterday upon receiving word that their flagship prime ale “Satan”, had been pulled from retail shelves in FL and several Southern US cities like Charleston and Houston by their wholesale distributors.





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