![]() ![]() That is to say, perfectly normal weather for Belgium. Still, more than two hundred years after the fateful battle of 1815, the ground is drenched in blood, the clouds hang low, and the sky weeps. I react too slowly and thus only get off at the next stop: Braine-l’Alleud.īut this is not even wrong, because it is here where you find the world-famous battlefield, the acres of agony, the meadows of mayhem, the pasture of pain. (Yes, Belgium is really that complicated.) German, however, is forbidden, because German is one of the Belgian national languages, but only in another, separately designated part of the country. English is also possible, but only if you are not Belgian. Between the stations of Linkebeek and De Hoek, you have to speak Dutch. But be careful if you take the train from Brussels, because the route crosses Flemish territory for a short time. However, the town is on the French-speaking side of the inner-Belgian language border, so you’ll have to parlance French there. A rather average small town in Belgium, to be precise.īy the way: The name Waterloo is Dutch, so you don’t have to pronounce it in English just because ABBA have messed it up. Only when I hear this announcement and look out of the train window, I realize what should have been obvious all along: Waterloo, that word on everyone’s lips and wafting around in the collective memory of mankind, is a real place. ![]() And hurry, or he’ll lay waste to the whole town!” “Little Napoleon wants to be picked up on platform 2, please. ![]()
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