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Imagine this. You cut off from society, just to leave things as they are, you give a message to close friends that you are planning to run away for some days.
And so you do. You take a car and beautiful people to a wood far away, to come back to real live.
 
You do check your cell-phone.
(Big mistake, this last thing, and yet…)
 
While checking messages on the cell-phone, you get the message that the car you were trying to get to the garage, but left some blocks away, because the wheel blocked, is reported to the police as ‘dangerous vehicle’.
 It might have dangerous things inside, according to the lad who reported.
Imagine the Belgian Special Services (BOB) checking this thing.
(Well this is less spectacular than for example the same thing in Israel, but anyway…)
Imagine the police standing in front of your door, saying that this car was reported stolen (which it never could have been.)
 
This is exactly what happened to me…  
And this was not happening in a big city, no no, this happened in my little hometown, and some blocks away are here, still neighbours.
 
What gets in somebody’s mind to think that a normal car in front of his house is a ‘Dangerous Vehicle’?  
As if somebody would like to explode his house…
(Well, by now, I do…)
 
My mother couldn’t do a thing, because my father had the car-keys, and the neighbour didn’t settle with the explanation that the car was broken down.
 
Amazing society…
 
Because here people don’t try to blow each other’s head off.  
And most part of society lives in wealth, and has everything they need.
So why become disturbed by a car that is standing in front of your door?
 
What is wrong with this world
 
 
PS: My vacation ended up ok, I didn’t return from my hiding place (couldn’t drive 4 hours for a stupid thing like this) and my dearest parents did the nuts. For which I truly thank them!
The neighbour… Well, I can’t imagine somebody so lonely and schizophrenic that he fears cars in front of his door, and doesn’t have anything else to do than contact the police for that reason…

Posted on August 21, 2003
in Living in Belgium

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