Mehmet Koksal in “La tribune de Bruxelles”
27 février 2008 – Humeur allochtone
“Après les cigarettes et la télévision, la politique belge nuit gravement à la santé des êtres humains. Yves Leterme vient d’en faire l’expérience suite à son hospitalisation d’urgence aux soins intensifs de l’UZ Leuven. Le futur Premier ministre belge souffre d’une hémorragie interne du système gastro-intestinal, un malaise digestif reflétant bien l’état d’indigestion politique de ce pays de plus en plus imbuvable.
En effet, le climat politique actuel témoigne d’une fabuleuse impuissance qui laisse un arrière-goût de lâcheté et de calcul politique en préparation des maudites élections régionales 2009. Tout laisse croire que rien ne bougera en Belgique sans la redistribution des cartes au niveau régional : pas de plan de relance économique, pas de réformes sociales, pas de débat sur le nouvezau traté européen, pas de discussion sur l’après-Kyoto, le pays est un peu en pilotage automatique où tout le monde laisse tranquillement pisser le mouton pour rebondir l’avant-veille de l’exercice éléctoral.
Entre temps, le monde se prépare à une nouvelle récession économique, le Kosovo déclare son indépendance, les Chinois investissent le Congo, les Russes s’emparent de l’approvisoinnement énergétique européen, les Américains installent leur bouclier antimissile en Europe de l’Est. La terre tourne… et n’attend pas les élections régionales en Belgique.
1) Apparently I did not miss any development in Belgian politics in recent weeks – there has been none.
2) I wish I could write French like this.
To my big surprise and even bigger honour, Mr. Penguin asked me very kindly to become part of game, or let’s say a chain of communication breaching already the continents and especially the blogs. As in every game, there are rules to follow which in this case are four:
- Explain the rules
- Tell everyone who invited you to play
- Reveal six insignificant but curious elements about yourself.
- Invite six new players.
Mr. Penguin adds a numeric riddle to this which I still fail to understand while the solution is probably just as close as my glasses are to my nose. Anyway. After a good thought about useless but amusing facts about myself, the best I can come up with is this:
- I don’t like Tweety. I clearly prefer Sylvester. While the poor cat is only acting as it’s nature is telling him, the mad “I am always the nice and I’m right” bird messes everything up.
- I don’t like Tintin either. Same character deformity as Tweety: too nice and always right. Awful people.
- I really like this guy . Especially as I can communicate with him.
- I like English food whether it is backed beans, strong brown sauce, black pudding, or this sweet caramel toff pudding similar dessert for which I can’t remember the name. Yameee.
- According to friends, I have the astonishing capacity to make a presentation about nearly any given topic. Even if my knowledge is very limited.
- If I had to choose between being plague or cholera – I would prefer plague.
Now, the people, I really would like to bother with this little game are, unfortunately or fortunately, not all bloggers. But tant pis, my nominees are: Heinz and Maik to who I would suggest to use the comments or email if they want to play, Cinnamon because there has been too much time without news, Anke to spread the Stöckchen in the German blogosphère, Umwalker to see how many photos he manages to put there, and Zeta to see if we cannot reveal some Spanish elements there.
Voilà, that’s it.
Ensemble, c’est tout
“Ensemble, c’est tout” is a book like a chick-flick movie. Exactly like one of these I usually can’t stand. So maybe it is because it is a book or maybe it is because I’m more romantic then I usually admit but I really like this book. I read a few years ago in German and when I saw it in a second hand book shop here in Brussels in French, I just had to buy it.
As I never watched the movie I still have my own images in mind how the main characters look like, how the flat in Paris they live in looks like and so own. To be honest, I was afraid that the movie would destroy this little world I had made up. So, what is the book about? Well, the three main characters, Camille, Frank and Philibert stumble through life more or less alone, they more or less burdened with problems from the past.
By a decree of fortune, they found themselves living together which is quite difficult for them as they usually avoid relationships to other people out of fear, shame and prior disappointment. Slowly and after a few crashes, they get to know each other and start appreciating of not being alone. They realise how much they need and depend on other people and how lonely they have been. From there to the Happy End, it is still a long way to go but it is a pleasure throughout to accompany them on this way.
Donc, oui c’est beau même si c’est un peu Kitch quand même…
of having a really strong cold is that you don’t smell anything when you have to clean the dustbin.
Au moins un, quoi…
American football is like Rugby played by cowards and cheaters.
how anyone could call a beer “Mort subite”*. Well, to be very honest, since I finally managed to go to the famous pub with the same name last weekend, I know why it is called this way.
However, what I still don’t get is how anyone can seriously enjoy this kind of beer which hardly deserves the name beer. Kriek, Gueuze and all this stuff, is just too fruity sweet and absolutely not conform with the good old Reinheitsgebot. But, de gustibus non est disputandum…
* Sudden death
Qu’est-ce que ça sonne jolie en français…